DANY, I WUV U

My name is Danyelle. You can call me Dany. Some of you may know me. I'm an admin on the site. I wrote this to show everyone a little about myself. I hope you can all understand.

My Love

I think I'm a very loving person. Even as a kid I was always very affectionate, always hugging those near me and telling them I love them. It was a little strange to get older and realize not everyone reacts well to that sort of behavior. At times it's been very hard for me to have to hold back with those who I knew wouldn't take all that affection well.

I'm not sure why this is, but I've always been drawn to people who, very much unlike me, tend to keep all their feelings inside and not show them. It just feels like so much more when they finally open up and tell me how they feel...

If I can say I live for anything, I live to love and to be loved. It's the most amazing feeling in the world when I can be with the one I love and have them love me, and it hurts when my love goes unanswered.

It's a terrible pain deep in my chest, it causes my throat to well up, my eyes to burn, my stomach to ache, and I feel light-headed, as though I'm about to faint.

There's someone very special to me. I love them dearly, and I don't know if I can go on living without them. But I'm afraid.

I'm afraid he doesn't love me. When we're together and I get to thinking about the future, how much I love him and how painful it would be to leave him, my body seizes up and my heart stops.

My family thinks he's no good. They say he's a clown and a hollow shell of a man. They tell me he has no feelings and his smile is nothing but plastic.

But I know it's not true. I know there's something there. When I look into his big black eyes, and I see inside, I hear a voice. A powerful and knowing voice that tells me there's nothing to worry about. It tells me he'll always be there for me. He'll always be there with his loving eyes, his big funny nose, his wonderful red hair, and big strong arms.

Not everyone may understand my love. My family may not support me. They may say things like, "He's not real", or "You're allergic to the paint". They may say the voice I hear is just some idiots messing with me using the intercom. But I love Ronald. I believe in him. And no one can change that.

I hope to one day be Mrs. McDonald.

I'd include a picture, but... I don't know how to do that.