imaginewithme does not always see the love I show by looking at my favorite picture of her simply called MyPic and feeling squishy inside with just a twist of lust, by constantly checking Pixes to see what she has written though I rarely respond anymore, by practically turning into a puddle of love on the soft grass everytime I remember looking at her in her web cam, when she closed her little eyes everytime she smiled at something I wrote, or when I wish...when I wish so...when I wish so much to hold her so tight, safe, warm, strong, good.
(I wrote it out loud again. Bad, bad, LarryL)