| Subject: then why am I not perfect? |
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Deangelo
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Date Posted: 9:26pm 04/22/05 Fri
In reply to:
GiGi
's message, "practice makes prefect" on 8:37pm 04/17/05 Sun
Everyone needs someone to love them unconditionally and only a jackass would overlook what was right in front of him all the while. Did she know what that meant to him, that she would love him without demands? Without judgement? At least, with the rare ability to forgive. If his throat was not so tight with tears, he ought to tell her that she was the only one to ever extend to him that courtesy, that every relationship he had ever had of any nature tried to mould him into something sweeter, something civil, something tame and fat on forced manners. Caught tight in her arms, wanting to be nowhere else, wrapping her close in his own, her promises brought a few strangled, heart-felt sobs out of his tense form in spite of fierce attempts to bite such emotion back and he buried his face in her neck, soft amid the cascade gold, curling a hand behind her nack, giving the tender flesh a kiss. How could such an angel stumble into a devil's clutches in a dusty alleyway? Did a devil deserve a saviour? Well, he had walked over her a thousand times before but in pulling back as he did, taking the angel's cheeks in his hands and seeking her gaze, openly showing the tears that bled his heart out, may she see the genuine sincerity in his eyes, hear it in the underlying tremor in his voice. "I will be better, GiGi, I promise you. I can't ask you to believe me, but I do mean it. I love you, GiGi, and I don't want to hurt you anymore." Dropping his forehead to her's, he held her eyes desperately. "I will be better..."
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