The write in white thread

mmmm do it again, do it again....takes you by the hand, come on baby...I have something to show you. I love you my sweet heart...never will stop, will only get better...now come on...follow me....:heart::heart:

Following my baby, mind wandering, heart pounding, anticipating of things to come:heart::heart:
 
Following my baby, mind wandering, heart pounding, anticipating of things to come:heart::heart:

oops...had to edit to write in white...yes I am digressing lol

Don't you worry that handsome head of yours...your in my hands now...it's all good...depends tho on youir interpretation of good:devil::heart:

Edit to add AGAIN...but it's a different day now :D

So happy to see you here, turns around as I hear you coming in, watches as you walk towards me, or should I say strutting ;), smile on my face leaning against the kitchen counter...just the sight of you drives me crazy, huge smile back at ya....slips my arms around your neck waiting for that long hot kiss I've been waiting for all day... I love you and have missed you:kiss::kiss::heart:
 
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I miss you here my sweet Smotherman...want to come and kick your computer...I love you with all my heart and can't wait till we don't have to do all this missing :heart::heart:
 
I figure nobody will take the time to read this here. Sometimes I wish with a deep ache, that I could be someone else, for just a day. Just long enough to have someone become attracted to me. Long enough to share a connection with a willing partner. Long enough to feel a part of the life I can't seem to ever touch. To BE touched, not in anger or revulsion and reluctance, but with desire and passion. It would be good to be someone else. Maybe someone who didn't hurt so much.
 
someone took the time to read it... and believes there are more people of the same mind as you here than you might think at the moment.

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I figure nobody will take the time to read this here. Sometimes I wish with a deep ache, that I could be someone else, for just a day. Just long enough to have someone become attracted to me. Long enough to share a connection with a willing partner. Long enough to feel a part of the life I can't seem to ever touch. To BE touched, not in anger or revulsion and reluctance, but with desire and passion. It would be good to be someone else. Maybe someone who didn't hurt so much.
I have felt this way in the past but then I read something that changed my outlook -- Before others can love you, you must love yourself -- this stuck in my gut... I began to remember the days when I was happy with myself and the things that I appreciated about myself. Nothing to do with external things, but those things inside that make me who I am... my sense of humor, my kindness, my giving nature, my intelligence, etc. Being content with who I am became much more important to me than whether others liked me. I believe there was one or two people I even shared this rediscovery of myself with here on Lit (when I say shared I mean talked about and they encouraged me). Stay true to yourself.. there is something to be said about that. Meaning no offense but just wanted to share what I have been through in hopes it might help someone else.
 
I assess my situation every single week... nay... every single day. And so far I have always concluded that its better for my daughter for me to stay trapped in this gawd-awful life I find myself in. Today... maybe a changing moment. Maybe she is better off without me. Or with less of me. I try to find the balance between working too much (and enough money, but less daddy) and working less (more daddy and struggling with money). Today... I lean strongly toward working more. Let her mother have her time with her. I will get my time. The two pack a day and refusal to even try to quit will assure that. If I hear one more time, "Daddy, don't buy her cigarettes... she could die...." "Cigarettes make people sick"... I am gonna lose it. So let her have her time. As long as she knows I love her and will never leave her.... I can turn her into a good kid later, right?
 
I figure nobody will take the time to read this here. Sometimes I wish with a deep ache, that I could be someone else, for just a day. Just long enough to have someone become attracted to me. Long enough to share a connection with a willing partner. Long enough to feel a part of the life I can't seem to ever touch. To BE touched, not in anger or revulsion and reluctance, but with desire and passion. It would be good to be someone else. Maybe someone who didn't hurt so much.

I read it, felt it and wished I was there to hold you in my arms! :rose::rose::kiss::kiss:
 
I'm not big on this thread, I never post here..but two of my friends did yesterday, so I am. I'm not going to quote one of you, but know I feel your pain. I don't think you meant what you said, you were just hurting. You know I'm here for you. :rose::kiss:
 
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If you would ever just stop for one minute and ask for my help I'd gladly give it but you can't do that and I won't force my opinion on you. It seems to be easier for you to just give up than to have hope and faith in anything. What a dismal future you have if you continue down this path.

I wanted to be the one who would complete this whole little family but you are never going to let me because it's just not who you are. Sad. That makes me very sad and while I knew this about you going into this little adventure I guess I hoped my stubbornness would be a blessing.
 
Pulls my Smotherman close to me, I've missed you here so much, but I love the time it gave us the past few days...your voice dancing in my ears...your words doing delicious things to me... love you so very much:heart::kiss::heart:
 
If you would ever just stop for one minute and ask for my help I'd gladly give it but you can't do that and I won't force my opinion on you. It seems to be easier for you to just give up than to have hope and faith in anything. What a dismal future you have if you continue down this path.

I wanted to be the one who would complete this whole little family but you are never going to let me because it's just not who you are. Sad. That makes me very sad and while I knew this about you going into this little adventure I guess I hoped my stubbornness would be a blessing.

Suddenly in the mood for Purple Rain...
 
I sit and patiently wait for my sweet man to come back to post...but knowing all he is doing that is keeping him away from here is for us...I love you my Smotherman:heart:
 
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