I realize that it is a mistake to post this, but I just have this feeling in my gut and I can't seem to shake it, so I hope by posting it here I can
get rid of it. Now, just to clarify, the reason I post it here is because although yes what I will put here is creative writing, it has more to do
with relationships than the actual Shot Story part of it. I just have this feeling to say the three words, and for that matter, I have a question, I
will ask it and I may ask it again because I realize this will not get much attention due to the timing of the post. But, what are your thoughts on
falling in love quickly. I'm not asking whether it is good or bad, some more in depth analysis and opinions and personal experience I suppose, but,
what do you think of falling in love quickly. My last relationship started with the three words, and surely you know which ones I mean, but to avoid
jokes they are: I love you. I fall quickly, and before being accused of not actually being in love with the person, I disagree. I don't think I am
capable of less, and frankly the relationship would have continued if I wasn't such a screw up, which to avoid attacks on that premise I think I
understand why, but it will not be shared publicly in a discussion. My feelings to say "I love you" to someone prompted me to write this, no it is not
good. It is downright horrible, but it for the most part came without planning. Oh, and of course I find most of you great.
Who Do I Love?
I love you. To who is this? I don't quite know. I know I love a girl, and that she is the one. But to this day I have not seen her face, or was she
the one that is gone? These three words now live in me and echo through my body filling me this amazing feeling and now I am all void. I love you, but
to who is this. To many, to none, to the one, but is she gone? I know I love you. But who are you. Are you a face that to me is unknown, are you the
body that has yet to face my embrace? Or are you the one that not nine months have gone that in the Winter Wonderland these three words echoed along
with the wind, and the cold, and the snow on top of the steps to that Holy House that stands empty and barren of all that there is? I love you, but
are you my future or past that has just gone by without any answer, and no chance for a plea that ran to me, embraced me and whispered three words
that I said to thee. Under the sky on that cold day, on the steps of the barren Holy House made of concrete? I am the Devil under a guise, and you are
an Angel under my dark shadow, now gone gone, gone now forever. I love you, but still I don't know. Are you that one that ran to me without confession
of love, that embraced me when love was not ours and are you the one that loved without end, only to have the Devil cover you in shadow. Love in
shadow, a wretched horrid thing. I love you, now tell me. Who do I love, my future or past?
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