I've whispered for you promises of wanting to be with you forever. The kind of love that begets an eternal existence within each other's arms. The kind of love that few poets seem to truly grasp. But I hate you so much, because I love you. You tell me that we will get together and cuddle, watch TV, and I naturally get excited. Why not? You're everything I've always asked for. You say you go to the gym? Fine. And here I sit, three hours later, already having turned down my original night plans to be with you and now I just now turned down more plans that someone offered here at almost 1 AM. I wish I didn't love you so I wasn't your doormat. And if you meant everything that you've told me, you wouldn't leave me waiting here; you would at least tell me what is going on. I told you I didn't want to be a part-time boyfriend. I will share you with your work, but I will not lose what time has been promised to me for the sake of my sanity. 21/M Confess ID: tnlqbyba        Posted On: 05-Oct-2008