I can't take anything seriously, and yet I take everything too seriously. Both. At the same time.
I'm always on the delivering end of this sort of affection. I'm so straight forward sometimes, and my feelings have a track record of being one-sided. What's it like to be on the recieving end? Does anyone care to share?
This one is kind of personal, but not really? I once gave someone a little bouquet of pansies I had picked. They smiled and read to me. We were sitting in the park.
Comments
Nesnja Says:
That is adorable, m'dear.
I'm supposed to be the giving one. And i have had a stalker.. or three. But they are generally just horny and nothing more ><
I find myself on the delivering end most times as well. Yay for the surviving romantics! *highfive* Uh... one time I was on the recieving end and found myself blushing a lot and feeling... femminine.
I have to say though, great job with the anatomy. She actually looks realistic *gasp* Who does that anymor?
Hitaru Higakura Says:
Such meaning. It's so... augh, deep. So beautiful, too.
Being at the receiving end, especially after a long history of one-sided feelings, is rather odd and uncomfortable. You've got this constant feeling of disbelief--they really love ME?--and I don't know how much time it takes to get used to it. I gues it edpends. Five months later and I still couldn't believe it. She broke up with me after half a year; it's probably for the best.
Love is strange.
Such a cute story, too~