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I'm sorry...

I pulled you into my aching heart,

I drew you there to show you how much one person could love...



YOU.





And you had said...

"I Love you for you..."

You love me because I have brown hair?

Because the dimples I have when I grin just right?

Because I can draw sketches?



What of these bares anything on your life...



NONE...



I was left hanging by a thread--

You always had the power over our relationship....

You always will...you have the most to give up...

And It's my job to become more than what you may loose.



So why did I have to pull teeth?

What was so hard?



You were already mailing me wonderful letters...

You were calling me and we were talking for hours--

We could have easily had Southwestern Bell up all night.

You kept, and keep coming back.



What was so hard about saying those words...

If they were already true?



Do you fear because I can?

But I've told you how I have felt...

And what I've been comfortable with...

And what I was not.



But DO NOT confuse what I have for you,

With crazy impulses,

On stupid cravings that will never come to:



"ANYTHING"



You gave me doses of healthy mental medicine...

Something I wasn't sure you could do...

Seeming as if you were already as frozen as the tundra...

Dead in your tracks...

    Over things you seemed to try and vice away.



"Can you say, Stacy, YOU have had a profound effect on me,

    And I cannot help but to want to continue loving you?"



"Yes."



We didn't need to cry, we didn't need to run...

Nothing changed, you are not going anywhere...

And neither am I.



We are still together.



You are not moving in, and I am not moving away.

You are not loosing your home or job, or "special friend"...

And I'm not loosing my physicians, my church, my friends...



We have not lost anything...but gained everything.



I LOVE YOU...AND YOU LOVE ME.

SIMPLE & COMPLETE.



No matter what happens...

We will always be strong, strong, strong friends...

    AT the very least.



Hate me not,

For drawing you in...

But I had to make sense of what I heard and what I saw...

Things haven't been good in that department...you see.

I knew I wanted all of you...

But I had to hear it from you lips...

That you wanted...all of me.