I love her.
You see this girl? I love this girl. I have for… well, the amount of time is kind of embarrassing. I’ve known her for six years. I’ve loved her for most of them, in one form or another.
She lives 2100 miles away. And the fact that we’re trying it this far shows that it means something important.
And that when I get down there, if it’s worked so far, it will be perfect then.
And that we’ll fuck like rabbits, but that’s a completely different story.
I would do anything for her. Get into a fight. Move 2100 miles. Give up everything. Rule the world. Anything.
She means the world to me. Hell. I hope she still wants to get married in a few years.
Yeah. I’m nuts. She’s the cause. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’ll make this simple. No flowery language. Just what I know for sure. Nothing that might obscure a single fact.
I love her more than anything. I want to be with her for as long as she’ll have me.
I love you Aimee. <3
I don’t care about your flaws.
You make me the happiest person in the world. I’ve told you this countless times. I will die from lack of oxygen from saying it so many times so rapidly if that is what you need.
I love you.
I don’t expect you to be anything but you. Being truthful and sticking to your word is part of that. So is faithful.
Seriously, that’s it.
I want you to do good in school. That way you can go to a good college. I can see you. We can get good jobs. Have kids. Grow old together. Tell you I love you with my last breath.
You know, that cheesy stuff.
I want you to take responsibility. To be truthful. To do what you said you would. I want this so I can trust you 100% again. So I never doubt you again. So the very suspicion of doubt never enters my brain.
I want you to be happy.
I want to make you happy.
I would never ask something of you I wouldn’t do myself. I would never ask you to carry a burden I wouldn’t carry two of.
I don’t care what your flaws are. I don’t care. You’re trying to improve. You care. You want to do better.
So who cares what your flaws are? You’re getting rid of them. Slowly, sure, but you’re trying. And that’s more than a lot of people.
I love you for you. And I want you to be safe and happy.
I don’t hang out with friends so we can spend a little time together. I don’t think about other girls or what ifs because I know how much that would piss you off and I don’t want to do that.
I want to make you the happiest girl in the world. I want to grow old with you.
I love you. And I don’t care what baggage you come with. We’ll carry it together.
All I ask is you be honest and stick to what you say.
That’s it. And I will be here for you, for as long as you’ll have me.
She is my girlfriend.
I just want to say that for everyone to hear, okay?
It’s 2am. I’ve been up since 5. Why am I still awake?
Oh. Yeah. Talking to her.
She is probably the best thing that’s happened to me. How cliche does that sound? You know what? I don’t care. It’s true.
She’s the person who can affect me the most. She makes me the happiest person in the world, and the most miserable. I worry like crazy and laugh harder than ever around her.
When she goes out to parties, I worry she’ll drink too much. I don’t want someone figuring out a way to take advantage of a drunk high school asian girl. That doesn’t seem to hard.
I worry that her friends who like her and don’t know about me will try and steal her. I trust her, but I lost her to one of her friends before. I have reason to be wary.
But I do worry too much.
She told one of her friends today.
Then another one of her friends read a text of mine out loud to him. If he didn’t know she was taken, he definitely knows now xD
We had an argument today, but… things are better. Sometimes I hate my depression. It never really bothered me before. That or the OCD. Yes, I’m actually diagnosed. I’m not just saying I have it. Germaphobe and depression. Yeah. But never wanted to off myself or anything. Just angry, pessimistic, think the worst.
It never bothered me really. But it bothers her.
And that makes me want to get better. So I’m trying.
It gets through though. She doesn’t like it. I do blow things that bug me up a bit. But… yeah. I’m dealing with it.
But then we skyped. She made me laugh. She made me smile. It was just amazing. Tonight was amazing. She is amazing.
I love her so damn much. I’m so glad I got her back.
I know this sounds mushy and shit, but… hey, it’s true. I love her more than anything and she’s making me a better person. Happier at least. I hope I’m doing the same for her.
I love you.
This kind of makes me laugh at the same time.
“Still, fuck her senseless. Make her want you only. USE YOUR MANLY CHARMS ON HER.”
Mustang: It looks like it’s starting to rain