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This is going to be    the kiss to get you through until you can hold me    again I'm only crying because I love you and you're killing me

If when you left you told me you didn't    love me it would be easier But easier is not the    answer. Also, there is a difference    between sex and    making love. Yes, and I've figured it out.

I creid because the sex    was beautiful and I cried because you    couldn't hold me any    longer that night and I'm crying now    because you squeezed    my hand while we    were listening to that    sad song,    bringing home a    Christmas tree And I'm crying now because I know what's left to    lose I haven't done enough and I won't have until    we buy out own    Christmas tree and we really are young and broke together If you grab me by the    hand and tell me, "I love you." (lightly the acoustic    guitar) Make love to me, I need you

Passenger seats and the music of our     childhoods-- prompting me to find     a way of saying     syllables that you've already said and I'm so sure you     meant them it's almost frightening but exciting at the same     time (somewhat physically) the headlights and     glowing dashboard seem so safe almost as safe as you us this thing I can't imagine living without now that I have it-- you-- and I promise I'll tell     you all of it but for certian I'm content comfortable and settled and I can't dream     anything better except, maybe seeing you on weekdays Come home.