Rumors...

can die. just die.

just when i thought things were alright, i heard a nasty rumor about you.

you know, to be honest, i don't really believe it.

but, just to be safe, i'm gonna ask you about it.

if it's not true, then, well... some people have nerve.

if it is.... i don't know what i'll do.

be royally pissed, for one.

but more than that, i'll be hurt.

i don't know if you'll even tell me the truth.

but i suppose it doesn't really matter what you tell me...

since i'll believe you no matter what.

and i think you know that.

though i don't think you'll take advantage of my easy trust.

if you've read farther into the archives of my posts, you know that i'm absolutely, completely, and irrevocably in love with Postsecret.

here's one i saw this week (that i adore), and a response someone sent in:

-----Email Message-----

Sent: Monday, August 20, 2007 2:04 AM

I don't know if that is you or not-- probably isn't-- but I'd do it in a heartbeat if it was really you that asked me. I love you, you idiot.

when i read that, i thought about how i feel about you.

i know you already know, since i don't hide it.

but, sometimes i still feel like that:

i LOVE you, you idiot.

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