She's a Fleeting Fox

How many times
will you tell me
you love me in a day?




At least 15.
Is that good?
Bad?
Too much or too little?
I don't think my parents even
say it that much.
But my parents hate each other.
I don't want to hate you
ever, and I don't think
I could.
Unless you turned out


to be like Jamie.



Don't ever be that way.
Don't ever hurt me like that.
And I don't think you ever would.


You are the sweetest guy I've
ever known. And I mean that.
You are incredibly smart, lovable,
funny, silly, and cute.


And I can talk to you about whatever I want.
I have nothing to hide.
That means everything to me.




Your words
fill ever void
I've ever had.

So, thank you.