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I wrote this back in July, but I wasn't ready to bare this much of my soul. However, I've changed my mind. Enjoy!

No matter how I try to deny it, there's a part of me that wants to be loved by someone. Actually, not just someone. By my Mr. Perfect. I know who he is, but he has no clue about me.

He called today. Told me I had crossed his mind. I'd like to believe his thoughts wandered to me when he heard a love song. In my perfect world, his memories of laughs we'd shared and talks we'd had would induce a pang of longing in his heart.

Unfortunately, I don't rate that way with him, and it's painful to know that. All he remembers is the sex. Don't get me wrong -- it was VERY good sex -- but I want him to remember the intimacy we shared. I want him to feel what I felt when I was in his arms. When he held me, I caught a glimpse of what my life could be like.

Sometimes I think I want too much. But why shouldn't I want to be loved, cared for, and adored? I may not be perfect, but I deserve to get what I'm willing to give. And I deserve it from someone who makes my heart skip a beat.

I'd love to be able to tell him all that, but I don't. Why should I when he's in New York and I'm in Los Angeles? And honestly, I don't have time to be rejected. And so I close my eyes and wonder when my time will come.

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