855

855 all of my emotions are in my eyes. I’m super easy to read, a sad poker faced woman. It’s always super busy at work & I want to talk. I feel I’m bothering you now, chats wouldn’t be about cases.

I wish we could go to lunch together & talk about anything.

I care.

855 translates to coming to terms with how you feel, knowing that’s its wrong & letting it rest. It’s not easy to say goodbye. But, any alternative is too F’ing selfish & I just can’t. I’ve felt this for you since Oct 2019. I have no idea why or how I’ve been plagued with caring for so long.

Ok, this is really my last definition. I’m sitting here just waiting, wanting to share with you some of my feelings. I just need 5 mins. I feel like you care, if not I’m the worst at reading you. You’re amazing…I❤️ starring into your blue eyes. I’m completely undone. I wouldn’t ever make you feel obligated to any expectation, honestly? There are moments I just want to fuucckkkk, 69 is that what you want?? I’m up for that. Totally.

This is my one & only definition. I care for you & more than what’s appropriate. But, who writes the law on love? How could they? They would etch thou shalt nots and the Sun would arrive to find themselves defeated in love. Throw the laws out, I want to be with you every morning. But, I’m also not going to let that happen. To love is to give, unconditionally. That is all I have. Unrequited love though??? The worst.feeling.ever. But, if this is true… then let me fall heavy on a sharp knife.

retarded; person behaving in a retarded manner

On the way home I was listening to Antonín Dvořák. Straight away all I could think of was how thankful I am that we met. Further, extra happy no harpsichord…so there’s that.

LOL! ty Kyoot.