For The One They Call Pom Pom by Heather

I have written many confessions over the years. Some funny, some porn-like, some heart breaking and some filled with love.

I find it hard to write about you. Not because there's nothing to tell, but because deep down, I'm afraid one day, I won't be able to be yours anymore. I'm afraid that the deeper you'll get under my skin, the more you'll see things that will make you back off.

I know you are not like that. I feel that you are not like that. You are full of love, you always have been. You have never judged me, never hurt me, you have been nothing but wonderful.

You know me like no other. You get me. You understand me. You see what I need, when I feel completely lost. You teach me, about me. For me, what we have, is intense. There's not a day that goes by where you don't make me smile or laugh out loud. You are an amazing human being.

I am often frightened that I'm not good enough. I'm scared that I don't give you enough attention, that I don't give you what you need and that in the end that's what's going to make you walk away.

But you won't walk away. You have made that clear. You are not like the others. You have always been here and I need you to know how much that means to me. You mean the world to me. You make me incredibly happy and I wish I had all the words to tell you how happy I am that we're together.

I wish I had all the proper words to express just how exactly I feel about you. But I have no words. So, for lack of better words..

Thank you. I love you.

No more creepy voices! I am tomato-ing the shit out of creepy voices.