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You say you're sorry, and I know you understand, but somehow I can't believe the knot in my stomach and the water in my eyes will clear anytime soon. And to make matters even more perfect, the Aussie is sitting about ten feet away, giving me the nervous shakes.
Yes, it hurt, and oh well, I'll live. I've been hurt before. I can't say I know how you feel, because I can't trust anyone to the extent you appear to trust. Yes, love, but love to me is not the same as trust. Plus, I don't even know him. I met him once.
I do feel like a moron for being so blunt in my caution (it wasn't doubt, it was a question). I was worried for you both, and, I know I trust you can take care of yourselves, if you're offended. I wasn't implying that he was deceptive, just maybe enamored to the point that he'd do anything, maybe even deceive himself to be like/with you. It was a curious question. Let me again emphasize that I don't know him well enough to know if he would do a thing like that.
Control is a good thing, so I'll try to contain my wounded ramblings, but I'll say that if the second entry hadn't been posted by the time I read it, I probably would have cringed with shame and flown away, flapping my tail behind me. Note; Not with fear, with guilt. I'm still not afraid. I empathize with the sensation of need to kill, disembowel, rip, slice, bite, strangle, and generally deface idiotic, stupid, thoughtless people, namely myself, but I've managed not to give myself scars, and you'll be sorry if I find any on you (>:>).
*flutterflutterflutter*... *sniff* *shudder*
Now, come to Madrigal Dinner and forget I ever said anything about it, except I'm happy he is one.
Yes, it hurt, and oh well, I'll live. I've been hurt before. I can't say I know how you feel, because I can't trust anyone to the extent you appear to trust. Yes, love, but love to me is not the same as trust. Plus, I don't even know him. I met him once.
I do feel like a moron for being so blunt in my caution (it wasn't doubt, it was a question). I was worried for you both, and, I know I trust you can take care of yourselves, if you're offended. I wasn't implying that he was deceptive, just maybe enamored to the point that he'd do anything, maybe even deceive himself to be like/with you. It was a curious question. Let me again emphasize that I don't know him well enough to know if he would do a thing like that.
Control is a good thing, so I'll try to contain my wounded ramblings, but I'll say that if the second entry hadn't been posted by the time I read it, I probably would have cringed with shame and flown away, flapping my tail behind me. Note; Not with fear, with guilt. I'm still not afraid. I empathize with the sensation of need to kill, disembowel, rip, slice, bite, strangle, and generally deface idiotic, stupid, thoughtless people, namely myself, but I've managed not to give myself scars, and you'll be sorry if I find any on you (>:>).
*flutterflutterflutter*... *sniff* *shudder*
Now, come to Madrigal Dinner and forget I ever said anything about it, except I'm happy he is one.
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