the bet (2004-09-08)

Dear Stephen,

I don't know what I want to do about you. I want you and that scares me shitless. I don't want to feel this way if all we're going to be is "just friends". Is that really all you want, because I've got ten bucks riding on the fact that the way you look at me tells me a hell of a lot more than you're saying.


heart - break

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