she aint gotta know

i would jot down all the special moments we had together. talk about how beautiful she is being independent. describe her every little traits and pet peeves based on my observations. express my inner thoughts on how i feel about her.

all that without her knowing that i blog. maybe one day as we grey and age together, as i lay dying, i would ask her to read my blog entries , something to remember me by. someone who loved her, her whole life through.


now wouldn't that be awwwwwww.
have you ever loved someone. so deep that its actually imaginary.  no, not the love that is imaginary but the person...