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I love you and I resent it because I know not of your love.

I suspect it but I am not sure. I will be candid with you; I deal with insecurities that come from being hurt in the past. I fear someone taking advantage of my affections and or playing games with me because they know I care. If I were not in love then I would not care; but love makes me feel vulnerable. There is no way to love without feeling thus. The only thing that can comfort love is love. The only one that cover is the one you love. A blanket of love to snuggle together. Love covers, love warms, love secures. Why is it that a man pulls away when he knows you may feel this way? I love you so much the thought of you sweeps over me with a smile. A blushing smile. That makes me look wacky smirking with no one there. I think of you often and wonder if you think of me do you care. I wonder if you desire me as I do you. Do you miss me when I am not around? Do you want to hear my voice sound in your ear as I cheer you with an hello? I love you sooo much. I am afraid to show it, but it is hard to contain. When I express my heart to you your response perturbs me. You say ‘oh that’s nice to know’ or you say ‘its nice to have someone miss me’ things like that. That’s not the response I hope for. I cannot make you feel anything, I know this but, if you love me, tell me without holding back or being afraid. Trust me, you are no more frightened than I. When I open up my heart and you are reserved in your manner to me I feel out there, out there, all by myself. Then I feel like drawing back in my shell where I feel safe though alone. I would rather not do that because I love you so much that I would just be safe, painfully safe. Lonely love is painful.   Some say in the old school that a woman should never let a man know how she feels. Let him tell you first. To me that sounds very manipulative, and I would rather be honest and be myself with no pretense. That may cause me to be hurt some but I cannot live a life of fear and falsehood. If my honesty turns you off or my passion for you overwhelming then I apologize for your discomfort but not for my love . It seems to me that men who I have absolutely no interest in pour there heart out to me; But the man I want/love holds back when his affection is whose I want and I would never hurt him. (not intentionally)

Well I am going now. I hope this wasn’t too peanut butter and jelly for you.



I love you.



G. Elizabeth Clarke