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you can read this. i want you to.

Today is my seventh anniversary with my lovely Beth.


And... She has to work all day.


And when I say all day, I mean from 5am to 10pm, with an hour break between her two jobs. Meanwhile i sit here, at home, being lazy and generally unproductive.



But, here's the thing.


So Christmas is coming, and I've been working on this song for her, for Christmas. I mean, I'm getting her presents and everything. But now I've written this song. Because, well, I've never told her that I love her.

I do love her.


And that's what this song says.





And she, well, she's just not the feeling baring type. I am, and the only way i managed to go seven months without telling her that i love her is by filling my mind with visions of the horrified look on her face I'd get when I told her that I love her. That I have fantasies of us living in a sunny little flat in the city, me going to SF State, her going to Le Cordon Bleu downtown, and once a week or so we would go have dinner at pizza orgasmica or play the newest ps2 games at the Metreon.


So, I wrote her this song. And I hope, against hope, that I'll be able to sing it for her. I've never played a song for her that I've written, and I've never sang for her, not really sang. Not unless I was joking around. But I believe that she loves me.


Sigh... I'll go work on that.

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