To Tell You The Truth

Wow, it's been a long time since I wrote a "To Tell You The Truth".

I don't know if there are any on here, but they were something I used to do. Kind of like diary entries, only these always had a specific theme, always were titled "To Tell You The Truth" and the first sentance always could have that phrase in front of it. Par Example:

I never liked my aunt much.

See how that could have "To Tell You The Truth" in front of it? Yeah. Like that. Anyway, on with the Truth.

I have always wanted someone to call me love.

Not joking. It began when I was a wee thing, I don't even remember how old I was, and I watched "Pirates of the Caribbean" for the first time. You remember darling Captin Jack Sparrow? How he always called Elizabeth love? Yeah. I wanted that.

Then when I became obsessed with British TV shows. There is, without fail, someone who always calls their... whatever... love.

So babe- no. Baby- no. Those I reserve for my little sister. Darling- no, unless it's pronounce 'darlin', and besides, that's what my mom called me. Sweet pea, pumpkin poo, those are what my dad calls me, as well as dopey, which I would not want to be called by anyone anyway, but he won't stop.

But love- short, and straight to the point. But it doesn't count as anything if I TELL him to call me that. I can only hope that he'll read this and draw from it what he will.

If he even exists.

But now, I have no time for melodramatics now. I have 164 stories to read in a limited amout of time, so I must fly.

Love
J