okay thank god for this damn website. i can get out the words I want to say, yet not say them to your face, yet still feel relieved. when i drive up to frankenmuth & back monday, then proceed to do the same thing the following day (mind you I have a V8 and that mother fucker has a BIG appetite) putting easily over 140 miles on the Jeep, and costing me christmas money to come see you (which I do NOT mind at all). But when I come to see you, text you, etc. you seem as if you’re scared to talk to me. you don’t seem as if you want to be with me. I care about you a LOT, yet you don’t seem to give a rat’s ass about me! As conceded as this may sound, I could be with so many other quality woman out there it’s not even fair. When I text you and want to have a legit conversation I expect more than 3 or 4 words at the max. Or when I come to spend time with you, I expect to spend time with you. Dear lord, maybe I’m asking for a lot, maybe I’m just a dumbass (which is a HIGH possibility) but either way your killing me here. Slowly, but surely. It’s as if you’ve pierced a hole in my heart or anywhere for that matter, and every day, everytime we talk I bleed a little more. Sooner or later I’m going to “theoretically” die. We need to work something out and fast!