Making Love: I regret the delay but my answer is yes…. you're my life

Making Love: I regret the delay but my answer is yes…. you're my life
University students at the beach
Love is  a feeling that can develop beyond friendship.

RELATIONSHIP:“I have been patiently waiting for you to say it loudly but it never came. I appreciate the friendship you’ve had with me, but you penetrate beyond the heart of being a friend.”

I am a recognized woman. Not in beauty, wealth, or PHDs but my manly physic and energy leave no single head untwisted. This is a reward from my daily training.

Two days back I challenged the village men when I carried the 200 kg sac for 30 minutes.

Am only angered by the few seconds you spend with me.  For I cant even gather the strength to say “no “, nor can I have some minimal energy to push your hand away from my already yearning body.

You have the choice to twist and turn my whole self into what and where you want me to be. I wish you could take my body and energy but leave my mind …  for when with you my thinking is on holiday.

It is not love, for sure, but help me and provide the name of what I feel for you … You’re my life.

Allow me also to say yes before you ask me out: it is not because you show interest in me, but rather my failure to fight the imagination and the desire of us.

You innocently say hello while looking at me, innocent sight pierces beyond the eyes that you see.  It stretches deep into the open heart for you. Even when you hear me say “hello “, my meaning is “yes I do “.

I have been patiently waiting for you to say it loudly but it never came. I appreciate the friendship you’ve had with me, but you penetrate beyond the heart of being a friend.

You mistook my reason of changing my class seat which you thought was to sit near my friend, never did I have that in mind but rather to let you feel my heart beat …/bit.

No wonder the long tight hugs I have always given. But you seem so far from the reality. I forgive the delay. No need to ask. My answer is yes…. you’re my life

Written by by Agnes Namakula.

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