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		<title>suckish life</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2012 14:48:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[More]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I don&#8217;t even know why I&#8217;m writing this. Ever since last Tuesday I&#8217;ve been feeling really depressed, it&#8217;s horrible really. I feel the whole world closing in on me, I feel my lungs begin to close up and the ground moves. I don&#8217;t know what to do, i really don&#8217;t and I want to feel [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t even know why I&#8217;m writing this. Ever since last Tuesday I&#8217;ve been feeling really depressed, it&#8217;s horrible really. I feel the whole world closing in on me, I feel my lungs begin to close up and the ground moves. I don&#8217;t know what to do, i really don&#8217;t and I want to feel better but I can&#8217;t. There&#8217;s no reason to why I&#8217;m like this, well, there are a few minor things that have happened to me recently but I dont think that they are it. I need someone to listen to me, and even though i have plenty of friends, I dont think i can tell anyone because i dont think they care much.<br />
What can I do? I hate myself right now. Actually no, I pity myself.<br />
My bother called me &#8216;idiot&#8217; today, and my dad agreed and began to make fun of how out there I was. Sometimes I think that parents should really care about their children, not just make fun of them and ignore how they are feeling.<br />
Another thing I realized this week was that love doesnt exist. Yeah, you heard me, it doesn&#8217;t exist.<br />
I don&#8217;t know what else to write,<br />
me</p>
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		<title>To My Best Friend</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 21:50:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[A Crush]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hey there best friend! I have some things to share with you. Let&#8217;s just start with something big. I have some feelings for you that cross the friends barrier. Yup. We&#8217;ve talk about it before, I know. But I played it off as something that did happen (not something continuous). I&#8217;d say things like &#8220;oh, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey there best friend! I have some things to share with you. Let&#8217;s just start with something big. I have some feelings for you that cross the friends barrier. Yup. We&#8217;ve talk about it before, I know. But I played it off as something that did happen (not something continuous). I&#8217;d say things like &#8220;oh, well, I liked you because of this and this. You were just being a good friend, my feelings were just an over exaggerating of gratefulness. nothing more, nothing less.&#8221; and that&#8217;s what I chalked it up to be for months. Both to myself and to others.</p>
<p>But once you actually found out, it&#8217;s like things were different. I remember the conversation fairly clear. &#8220;Uhh I have something to ask you&#8221; &#8220;what is it?&#8221; &#8220;well I don&#8217;t want things to be weird between us&#8221; &#8220;I probably know what you&#8217;re going to ask, just say it!&#8221; and back and forth we went till it was finally out in the open. We promised it wouldn&#8217;t be weird, and we continues with life. But that&#8217;s not the whole story. Was it really the same? I can clearly remember flirtatious acts deriving from both of us.</p>
<p>I just can&#8217;t help but think that there was something between us. And then we had to stop. Drop everything and stop being friends. It was probably one of the hardest things I&#8217;ve ever had to do. I felt like a complete bitch and I left at a time where you really needed me. But life went on&#8230;</p>
<p>When we recently got in contact again, every single feeling I had for you came back. I keep dreaming about this, it&#8217;s really all I can think about. It&#8217;s getting in the way of a lot of things in my life. I&#8217;m trying to put it in a little box and shove it in the back of my mind but I just can&#8217;t.</p>
<p>I really hate myself for it. Because this isn&#8217;t just between you and me. It&#8217;s effecting my boyfriend, you&#8217;re best friend, the most. Every minute of every day I feel guilty and I don&#8217;t know what to do. I don&#8217;t want to lose him but I can&#8217;t help thinking that maybe it&#8217;d be worth giving this relationship a chance.</p>
<p>I just want to know, did you ever have feelings for me too..?</p>
<p>- Best regards from your awkward and confused friend</p>
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		<title>I don’t know anymore.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 00:40:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[God]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear God, I know you know what I&#8217;m thinking and all the things I do, but I find it difficult to talk you you&#8230; I feel weird and I keep saying &#8220;This is stupid&#8230;&#8221; in my head. I&#8217;m sorry. I don&#8217;t know anymore, God. School&#8217;s pulled me from limb to limb&#8230; I can&#8217;t do anything, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear God,<br />
I know you know what I&#8217;m thinking and all the things I do, but I find it difficult to talk you you&#8230;<br />
I feel weird and I keep saying &#8220;This is stupid&#8230;&#8221; in my head.<br />
I&#8217;m sorry.<br />
I don&#8217;t know anymore, God.<br />
School&#8217;s pulled me from limb to limb&#8230;<br />
I can&#8217;t do anything, God.<br />
I don&#8217;t even know about what I feel about you!<br />
I know you&#8217;re there but&#8230;<br />
HELP ME! PLEASE!<br />
I&#8217;m sorry! I have small doubts and curiosity.<br />
Please help me to get rid of them!<br />
I feel so alone&#8230; Like I&#8217;m the only one who feels like it.<br />
Help me God.<br />
I feel so lost and doubtful.</p>
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		<title>Not buying into it</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 15:40:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[God]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[falsehood]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear religion followers, I have finally come to the conclusion in my years that all your books and preaching are just a fantasy, with no more validity than any comic book or sci fi story.YoupPick your religion and live your life according to its man made rules, one is as truthful as another. Wake up [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear religion followers,<br />
I have finally come to the conclusion in my years that all your books and preaching are just a fantasy, with no more validity than any comic book or sci fi story.YoupPick your religion and live your life according to its man made rules, one is as truthful as another. Wake up and realize that the god that supposedly spared you from the storm created the storm that killed your very neighbors.God does not count the hairs on your head,he does not have a purpose for you,he does not live within you.These are all concepts you never think about you just accept them as truths because you grew up accepting religion as real.God is not coming back to make things right,or preparing a mansion for you,or fighting a final armagedion these are all child like stories you&#8217;ve bought into. Open your eyes,think like a human being in the 21st century.You don&#8217;t need religion to be a good and loving person. Free your self from ancient fables.</p>
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		<title>Messed Up Phyco</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 12:40:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Boyfriend]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Why do you keep thinking i am cheating on you, im not, i really love you, why cant you see? i&#8217;ve been missing every second since i&#8217;ve moved away, why cant you see? i only want to see you in my life, i really care but you have to ask all of your friends &#8220;is [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="size-thumbnail alignleft wp-image-4558" src="http://letterstobreathe.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/imagesCAWKW6MP-150x150.jpg" alt="imagesCAWKW6MP" width="150" height="150" />Why do you keep thinking i am cheating on you, im not, i really love you, why cant you see? i&#8217;ve been missing every second since i&#8217;ve moved away, why cant you see? i only want to see you in my life, i really care but you have to ask all of your friends &#8220;is she cheating on me???&#8221; but im not and you don&#8217;t believe me&#8230;. your own girlfriend, i just cant believe you dont. it hurts me alot that you dont believe me, it truly does, i know you love me, and i love you too, i just wish you would believe me more, i am your girlfriend, i wish you would quit thinking that i am cheating, please&#8230;. im begging you&#8230;.soon you may be the sorry one&#8230;.</p>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 01:40:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear God, for long I gave up all hope for me and my life. My only wish was to be able to chose how I wanted to die. And I knew, the last thing before I would ram a katana in my heart would be to curse you and the humanity. I thank you so [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear God,</p>
<p>for long I gave up all hope for me and my life.<br />
My only wish was to be able to chose how I wanted to die.<br />
And I knew, the last thing before I would ram a katana in my heart would be to curse you and the humanity.</p>
<p>I thank you so much for giving me the power to survive this bullshit.</p>
<p>The last weeks have been the most amazing weeks I ever had in my life, but not spoken for the future.</p>
<p>I know, my future and the future of mankind will be hard and our way will be way leaving much blood and tears.</p>
<p>But, after all, you took every fear from me. I know I am safe in your hands and so are the people I love.</p>
<p>You told me, that my way of life will be a hard one, but I am ready for it.</p>
<p>You told me everything I wanted to know for now.</p>
<p>My search for the girl of my dreams was never successful cause sometimes searching is not the right thing to do.</p>
<p>I ask you to always protect her from the things to come.</p>
<p>Like the walls of Jericho, the walls of fear and mistrust will fall.</p>
<p>You prepared us for the hard times to come, so do we prepare the youth.</p>
<p>Giving hope to the world and the people who live in it. That&#8217;s my job, and I never want another job for my life.</p>
<p>So many people feel forgotten. You never forgot anyone of us. But the people on this f**king beautiful place called earth have.</p>
<p>I know the happening with the Costa Concordia is just the first strike you hit in our heart.</p>
<p>But I know, you are reminding us that we are not perfect and we do mistakes. Everyone of us does.</p>
<p>On the way, you showed me, no mistakes are allowed. So I ask you to guide me, my hand and my heart.</p>
<p>There&#8217;s been a great book written. It is about a boy, who survived.</p>
<p>He finds friends, and people who love him and would do everything to save him.</p>
<p>Alone, nothing can be done.</p>
<p>But together, we are strong. We are the strongest generation ever lived on this planet.</p>
<p>We know what we don&#8217;t want.</p>
<p>But most of us don&#8217;t know what we want.</p>
<p>So give me and the other 23 the power to show the youth what we can do if we give everything.</p>
<p>So we all can tear down the walls of modern Jericho.</p>
<p>War &#8230; War, the world has seen so much of it. Did we ever had a war for good?</p>
<p>The war to come will be the war of decision. Do we want to destroy us all and leave nothing behind than burned earth?</p>
<p>The dream of mankind. Are we alone? You told me no.</p>
<p>Give us the power to leave the past behind and travel in a golden future.</p>
<p>As I speak of myself, you are definitely the greatest.</p>
<p>Good music taste, humor, it makes fun to have you as a dialog partner.</p>
<p>&#8212;</p>
<p>If we don’t kill ourselves<br />
We’ll be the leaders of a messed-up generation<br />
If we don’t kill ourselves<br />
will they believe us if we tell them the reasons why<br />
Do we take it too far, take it too far<br />
Did we chase the rabbit into wonderland<br />
There’s a hundred gram, will they understand<br />
It was all to stay awake for the longest</p>
<p>March on, always after us<br />
Lost troop&#8217;s, half the class of us<br />
You might not see the last of us<br />
Stick around, yeah, like elastoplast<br />
Not half mast, raise the flag, kick the sand<br />
To let you know what we’re coming<br />
And we’re nasty men</p>
<p>Don’t need sleeping beauty<br />
It’s what you did to me<br />
Come midnight and daybreak<br />
Yes please go find me a name sake<br />
We got firm faith but don’t need bibles<br />
Take the micro, hit my recycle<br />
While I hold the title quite vital<br />
We get high on the opposite night though</p>
<p>It was all to stay awake for the longest time<br />
It was long, it was wrong<br />
But it felt so right<br />
See you at the finish line<br />
I see you at the finish line<br />
If you got the heart to join us</p>
<p>If we don’t kill ourselves<br />
We’ll be the leaders of a messed-up generation<br />
If we don’t kill ourselves<br />
Will they believe us if we tell them the reasons why<br />
Do we take it too far, take it too far<br />
Did we chase the rabbit into wonderland<br />
There’s a hundred gram, will they understand<br />
It was all to stay awake for the longest</p>
<p>March on, always after us<br />
Lost troop&#8217;s, half the class of us<br />
You might not see the last of us<br />
Stick around, yeah, like elastoplast<br />
Not half mast, raise the flag, kick the sand<br />
To let you know what we’re coming<br />
And we’re nasty men</p>
<p>Don’t need sleeping beauty<br />
It’s what you did to me<br />
Come midnight and daybreak<br />
Yes please go find me a name sake<br />
We got faith but don’t need bibles<br />
Take the micro, hit my recycle<br />
While I hold the title quite vital<br />
We get high on the opposite night though</p>
<p>We just grow, if it’s late<br />
Then we’ll show, we don&#8217;t wait<br />
We just grow, if you hate<br />
We don’t show, we don’t wait<br />
We just grow, if it’s late<br />
Then we’ll show, we don&#8217;t wait<br />
We just grow</p>
<p>If we don’t kill ourselves<br />
We’ll be the leaders of a messed-up generation<br />
If we don’t kill ourselves<br />
Will they believe us if we tell them the reasons why<br />
Do we take it too far, take it too far<br />
Did we chase the rabbit into wonderland<br />
There’s a hundred grand, will they understand<br />
It was all to stay awake for the longest</p>
<p>&#8212;</p>
<p>Yes, we are nasty men. Cause the man now in power has been always nasty to us.</p>
<p>Eye for eye. Tooth for tooth.</p>
<p>We will raise a flag of freedom, on the burning relicts of the human horror.</p>
<p>For the future. For the children.</p>
<p>&#8212;</p>
<p>Dear Lady C.,</p>
<p>I promised you to never hurt you, but in the same moment, you felt hurt.</p>
<p>I am so sorry about that. I will always protect you.</p>
<p>The one who hurts you, will be hurt.</p>
<p>Soulmates should be never ever seperated.</p>
<p>&#8212;</p>
<p>Dear God,</p>
<p>for tonight, I ask you for just one favor.</p>
<p>22 years without dreaming. Other people wouldn&#8217;t survive this.</p>
<p>I did.</p>
<p>Please, give me ability to dream.<br />
I can&#8217;t stand this any longer.</p>
<p>In never ending worship.</p>
<p>P.</p>
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		<title>To Anyone Out There Still Breathing</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 00:49:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hi, erm you never know how to start these things. My name is Lorenzo but at this moment in time I think I should be called something much worse. I have suddenly come to terms with the fact that I am a horribe person. Throught my life I have made some really bad decisions and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi, erm you never know how to start these things.</p>
<p>My name is Lorenzo but at this moment in time I think I should be called something much worse. I have suddenly come to terms with the fact that I am a horribe person. Throught my life I have made some really bad decisions and have tried to ignore any consequences that come from them. I am 20, but I tell people I am 21. I have no idea why I did it but i guess i thought it made me cooler. I know it doesnt make any sense and it didnt at the time, I am just dumb like that. I am £2000 in debt with my student overdraft which has been refered to a credit agency, and my other account I am £11 over my limit. I owe £50 to my university aswell, that is overdue to be paid.</p>
<p>I am a petty thief, I steal anything small enough to fit into my hoodie pocket, in the vain hope someone will buy my steal. They dont. I steal from friends, petty things like lighters and bike parts, again anything that will fit in my hoodie pocket.</p>
<p>I had a brief relationship with a friend&#8217;s girlfriend. We had sex a few times, once in my parent&#8217;s bed and another in a travel lodge. She went down on me in a castle&#8217;s grounds and we were interupted by a police officer. I spotted her coming and pulled the girl up to standing height and we cuddled to while the office walked on by. She then dry straddled me on a park bench. I am not ashamed and quite proud of this, and I know this makes me a TERRIBLE individual.</p>
<p>She keeps wanting to meet up and I always have an excuse not to. I do this because she is really beautiful and I dont want her to see me for what I have become.</p>
<p>I dont know if I have a mental disorder, and I am sure I will never know because I am sure I will not go see a doctor about my issues. I wont even go to see them about a cough I have had for the past 6 months.</p>
<p>I always put things off from being done.</p>
<p>Please dont feel sorry for me. I am a dick.<br />
I honestly deserve everything I get.</p>
<p>Thanks for reading,</p>
<p>L</p>
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		<title>a letter to a man who says he loves me but loves them more</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 01:40:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[dear kevin, i don&#8217;t know why i&#8217;m still here. the truth is &#8212; though you will never agree and won&#8217;t ever admit it to your self &#8212; is that i am really nothing to you. you plan things with people who mean something to you. you have a future with someone you love. you enjoy [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>dear kevin,</p>
<p>i don&#8217;t know why i&#8217;m still here. the truth is &#8212; though you will never agree and won&#8217;t ever admit it to your self &#8212; is that i am really nothing to you. you plan things with people who mean something to you. you have a future with someone you love. you enjoy things together with someone that means the world to you&#8230; and since we can not indulge in any of those things, i can only surmise it&#8217;s because i actually mean nothing to you.</p>
<p>when my brother was almost hospitalized, i found myself wanting to turn to you for comfort. and i realized you are probably my best friend&#8230; in every sense of the word. you are there for me. you talk with me and laugh and cry with me&#8230; but only when you&#8217;re wife and family&#8217;s schedules allow it. but i found myself thinking &#8212; &#8220;what am i to him?&#8221; in one word &#8212; what am i to you?</p>
<p>mistress seems to be the only truly fit word&#8230; or dirty secret. but i&#8217;m tired of calling myself that. i deserve more. i think you deserve a fair warning &#8212; i&#8217;m almost over this. i will get over you. i will stop being afraid of not having you in my life. and i will find someone who can and will freely call me the love of his life. it&#8217;s a pity it can&#8217;t be you. we would have been great together.</p>
<p>slowly and surely &#8212; i am accepting that i mean nothing to you. or maybe i mean everything to you and still that means nothing to you.</p>
<p>i know you&#8217;ll say otherwise but i need to be in a different place soon. i need to move on with my life. get a real lover. love someone who can freely and openly love me back.</p>
<p>i need to let go. you should too, baby.</p>
<p>rye</p>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 14:40:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anon</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[(Name changed) I tried to tell Amanda I wanted to separate today. She cried and pleaded, saying that she wasn&#8217;t ready to &#8220;get out&#8221;; that she could change and be the kind of person I needed. I cried too. Watching her face all scrunched up. For some reason, instead of thinking of all the hurt [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>(Name changed)</p>
<p>I tried to tell Amanda I wanted to separate today. She cried and pleaded, saying that she wasn&#8217;t ready to &#8220;get out&#8221;; that she could change and be the kind of person I needed.</p>
<p>I cried too. Watching her face all scrunched up. For some reason, instead of thinking of all the hurt we&#8217;ve been through, I was thinking of all the good times we had together. How much we loved each other and cared. Vacations and adventures we&#8217;ve had together, how crazy we were about each other when we first met, just all the history we had build together while loving and being with one another. Thinking that that could be over, and that the happy Amanda I knew existed, was being crushed. It felt like a death.</p>
<p>Let me assure you now, future me, that I know all the reasons Amanda and I shouldn&#8217;t be together. In a cold, rational way, we&#8217;re really not well suited. But hugging Amanda, smelling her, with her devastated that she may not get to be with you &#8211; you can&#8217;t do this to her. More so, you&#8217;d be inflicting a lot of pain on yourself.</p>
<p>&#8220;In sickness and in health&#8221; was something you said. Honestly, you don&#8217;t really take those vows that seriously, and you&#8217;ve put in a LOT of effort that hasn&#8217;t necessarily been reciprocated. But Amanda is not well and you can help.</p>
<p>The brass tacks. You don&#8217;t feel challenged and you feel that you&#8217;re selling yourself short in wife, career and skills. You&#8217;re in that challenge now, it&#8217;s not something you&#8217;re missing. Master the art of bringing up sore points. Remember to do the things that Amanda needs to feel safe and important. Look past the unimportant minutia that happens in day to day life. Most importantly, conquer this &#8220;grumpy mood&#8221;. f**k yes it&#8217;s going to be harder than if you ditched Amanda &#8211; but if you did that you wouldn&#8217;t have a wife. You wouldn&#8217;t have half these challenges available to better yourself with, and you&#8217;d be back looking for someone who is going to be subjected to your yet-to-be-solved problems.</p>
<p>Please believe that this will be a better path. A bubbly and agreeable wife that so clearly loves you. The knowledge that you did something very hard to make yourself a better person. You&#8217;re not cutting Amanda loose when she clearly needs help, and you&#8217;re not planning to sacrifice your success or happiness either. She&#8217;s coming with you. Even if you get there slower, I think you&#8217;ll get there stronger.</p>
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		<title>Dear ‘you’,</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 01:40:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anon</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[A Crush]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I don&#8217;t know what I&#8217;m doing, or what I will do. In fact, I don&#8217;t know how you feel, let alone how I feel. But something tells me you might just be the missing piece to my puzzle. We&#8217;ve known each other for 7 years. But &#8216;known&#8217; isn&#8217;t really quite the word here, since our [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t know what I&#8217;m doing, or what I will do. In fact, I don&#8217;t know how you feel, let alone how I feel. But something tells me you might just be the missing piece to my puzzle.</p>
<p>We&#8217;ve known each other for 7 years. But &#8216;known&#8217; isn&#8217;t really quite the word here, since our shared past includes pre-teen crushes, absolute hatred engendered by others and more misconceptions than can be counted. Now we find ourselves hundreds of miles away from home and living in the same house by coincidences so unusual some might call it fate.</p>
<p>What I have come to realise is that you are just like me. From the musical tastes to interests, we just click. For the first few months, I was thrilled as we became friends.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know how it happened, but that night as we kissed in the club, I felt totally cared for, even loved. The way you asked me things, the way you took care of me made me see what you really are underneath it all. I wish I&#8217;d still been awake to get your text later on that night. I just wish you&#8217;d talk to me about it now.</p>
<p>I trust you totally. Do you remember when we were sitting there the other night and I told you everything? Everything I&#8217;ve never been able to express to my closest family and friends. How you replied was the sweetest thing anyone&#8217;s ever said to me. Aside from anything else, you&#8217;re the first person to see me as an independent woman.</p>
<p>You&#8217;re not perfect. In fact, with the outwards sexism, the arrogance and the foul habits, you&#8217;re far from it. But you are talented-so talented-and more intelligent than anyone gives you credit for. I know your other side, and you know pretty much everything about me.</p>
<p>Am I in love with you? I don&#8217;t know.<br />
It would be impossible for me to tell you any of this, let alone act on it. But please, please, please, let me know one way or the other.</p>
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