I never in a million years would have thought that we’d end up like this when I first met you. I had such a huge crush on you, but I never thought anything would come out of it. As shitty as things have gotten at times, I really don’t think I’d change any part of the past eight or so months. Everything that’s happened has lead me right here and tonight right here isn’t a bad place to be. I’m in love with you. I am 595% head over heels in love with you and I’m scared as fuck about the future but I know that we have every shot in the world at making it. And I know that all I want is you. Always. I want you and I together and that porch swing and a billion and five days spent just being happy and feeling at home and loving you.
I can’t even think about you let alone see you coming up on my dash or see your number in my phone without feeling like I’m going to be sick. Just hearing your name hurts me. So if this is how it’s gonna be, I have to cut you off. And I get that I’m being completely childish and probably selfish and dramatic, and I know that I shouldn’t still be in the crying all the time phase and I shouldn’t be acting the way that I am but sjdfk all of this is killing me. All of the time that we wasted or well technically didn’t waste but yeah and all of the potential and possibilities and plans that we’re throwing away, it’s killing me. I just hope that you’re happy. I know I keep saying it, but I do. Because this is what you chose. I’m willing to pick up everything and move and change whatever I have to in order for you and I to be together. But you chose this. So you don’t get to be sad about it.
You better be happy.
