tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981879423148773770.post8115452374148991008..comments2010-10-11T21:38:17.217+11:00Comments on unadulterated: the inevitable questionmjechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05085628631856715329noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981879423148773770.post-6828182465080827812007-08-25T02:08:00.000+10:002007-08-25T02:08:00.000+10:00I want all of those more than I can say. They soun...I want all of those more than I can say. They sound so wonderful. Maybe both of us will find someone who will want to do those, one day. It's kinda ironic, really. There's someone out there for you who loves everything you do and are and want, I promise.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-981879423148773770.post-81429974991704622772007-07-23T01:28:00.000+10:002007-07-23T01:28:00.000+10:00You don't know that no one wants to go out with yo...You don't know that no one wants to go out with you. Maybe they've not enough confidence to tell you or something, you never know. You're a lovely person, and deserve someone special to hold hands with and kiss occasionally.<BR/><BR/>Sex isn't everything, as I've found. Intimacy, the whole snuggling into each other and smelling each other and playing with the other's hair and counting freckles and being idiots together and stuff, that's what matters. I wish I had that again. And pretending to be pirates and roaming the carpark would be so much fun, I wish I had the guts to do that.<BR/><BR/>There's nothing wrong with you. Really, you're a great guy. I wish you knew/believed/understood that.<BR/><BR/>:)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com