hurt my fingers when the cork from the champagne exploded with sudden violence. then hurt. takes me till the morning to figure how to say what i want to say which is "i want you to tell me you are in love with me, not just that you love me." because really? it is no big secret how i'm wired. tear out my guts if you need to check but don't just thoughtlessly toss out ideas like that. ideas like people who are trying to pretend that a ship isn't sinking would have. it kills me a little to think of it. you did good holding my head together. but this isn't just by abandonment complex talking. my tactics of intimacy are particular, but again, not classified. just be in love with me. you're the something special.