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Just Wanted You to Know: I Love You Comments
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| I am about to cry |
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| Name: Platinum Dragoon | 2005-07-16 |
| There! I cried. Just because i'm big and tall, dosen't mean that I can't cry... I can't stand being away from my crush, my heart about to shatter... and I still have to wait 3 days before I can see her again... and I want to ask her out... gulp... my first date... I wonder if she loves me back... |
| i love it |
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| Name: austin | 2005-08-21 |
| plantinum, (if thats really ur name) I know how ya feel! being away from some1 like that really sucks. Although im in a different boat sorta, cuz i have a gf, i know the pain of waiting to ask, wondering what she'll say, and if its a no, wanting to give up on love. I also know the agony of having a some1 i really love be away on vacation, out of town. Its like depression kicks in, and you want them to have fun, but i cant be with her. This poem, its beautiful. It describes how i feel about my love. im only a teenager, and i met "the one". How great is that? We both are madly in love, and i just know we can make it work. I mean, there's no huurry cuz weve still got a few years till college. Im checking this letter i just wrote, back in 4 years, and seeing if life worked out the way i had planned and wanted it to! Man, this girl is amazing. Shes gorgeous, funny, cute, blonde, has the best smile on the planet, smart, caring, loving, loyal, and most of all, a true friend forever! Love ya! U kno who u are! |
| tooo beautiful |
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| Name: sugar luv | 2006-04-24 |
| i absolutly loved the poem. it really touched me. i havent seen my bf 4 3weeks.... theres so much i reaalllli have to say to him esp after reading your poem. keep up the gr8 work.. i realli hope to read more of your poems soon. |
| awwww |
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| Name: christy | 2006-09-20 |
| man this poem touched my heart!!!! its a cute poem!!!! :`-( |
| awwwwww HOW SWEET |
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| Name: cindy | 2007-08-06 |
| OH MY GOD YOU HAVE SOME GOOD POEMS AND I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WRITE WITH SO MUCH PASSION I LOVE YOUR POEMS |
| i know exactly how u feel |
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| Name: cheyenne | 2009-05-26 |
| my boyfriend and i started dating in april and school ended may 20 so i haven't seen him since and i probably won't see him until we go back to school and that really sucks i miss him more and more each day |
| amazing baby x |
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| Name: penny | 2008-12-03 |
i loved-d-d-d it ;) x
its soo good ,, it is just how i feel about this boy called dan there is nothing more to me than telling him i love him ,, but sometimes i drop hints and being a boob that he is ,, he doesnt understand!
if only he knew! |
| awwww |
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| Name: Tracy C Lucero | 2008-04-25 |
| awwww ur soo mean u jus wana make me cry with that poem..... it reminds me so much of my buddy james n awe its al sad cuz we dnt talk no more n ya but ya ur poem was flippen awsum! |
| Love you poem above |
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| Name: Elaine Stewart | 2012-09-06 |
This poem seems quite honest
and sincere. I have always
tried to be honest and true
in my dealings w/ others.
It is good that the author
is so sincere in this poem.
It is good about the simil-
arities too. Mostly, the
poem is sincere. ELAINE |
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| Name: Open | 2014-05-22 |
| ChairsI was conveniently werniag a skirt, not my usualworkaday attire, but it was a party. You pivotedme into your office with an urgencylike when you lunged at me that first time in my kitchenand I pushed you back, asking, Are you married? Yes, you had said with a smile. Kids? I asked. Two. Good, I said then, letting my arms collapse so that you fellon top of me like the boys I used to challenge to wrestlein my tomboy years when they’d finally pin me.At first the chairs seemed in the way, but you stood meone foot on each before lifting me above the red upholstery—I'd never let anyone carry me since I was a child.I’ve always had this image of myself as too big—that it couldn't be done without casualties,despite that I was willing to slide-tackle almost anybody.And suddenly there I was with only you to hold onto.Thank god my laughter has always turned you on,and my tears, which with the teenage boys was almost alwaysa mood killer. It was quiet outside in the hall,and as I felt the sudden rush of warmth run down my legs,I looked down at the chairs that had seemed so emptyand far away a moment ago, my toes coming in for a landing,the red upholstery giving off a familiar damp, bleachy smellnow, so clearly full. |
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