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Will be writing more about all these thoughts I had last nite... but the one thing, and I think it was good, is that T., didn't say I love you back. I think when he says it back, it leads me on, thinking he wants more. And I don't think he does. I say I love you, because I do, and I want him to know it. I don't expect it back, and part of me, knows he loves me, so the words aren't always necessary.

Mostly actions speak louder than words for me. His calling me... that meant alot. If he keeps in touch, that would mean more. I hate being so needy. I hate wanting him. I hate wanting to begin with. And I'm always wanting more...

More time,
more money,
more love...
more than any one person can give me...
more than I should ever ask for...
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