"I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves."
-Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card (via leafhoppers)
I am yours and you have me, just as long as you are mine and I have you.
Can I really be called your “girlfriend”. That word, and the meaning behind it. I find it so overrated, yet at times I feel that nothing else can describe what I am to you. What we are to each other can’t be explained with general meaning of the word, friend. However, a speck of my being would like us to remain as simply as that because I feel that bondage can be everlasting, at least to a greater extent than what I just agreed upon. I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I am overly fond of you and am happy that you are in my life. I guess you can say that I don’t want to restrain you. I am content in saying that my affection belongs solely to you, and only you, and believing that we share the same thought.. Alas, I am losing the point in my point so I will stop myself now.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.
That was pretty scary so I’m kinda scared now. The dogs are even barking. Wait. Now they’re howling. Holy crap. I’m scared.
I’m so dang happy right now… TuT
You have a right to be mad, and upset, and frustrated and I don’t even deserve your friendship, and I hate myself, and I’m sorry.