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[Oct. 3rd, 2008|03:56 am] |
settling for what i have is okay.
for years it's been hard for me, as the romantic as i am, to realise my relationships aren't anything how i wish them to be.
nothing whirlwind romance.
i for once get roped into it.
what i have now is more..comfortable. there is no passion, but i'm coming to terms with maybe, for me, that's okay. i'm starting to believe that's not what i need anymore, or at least not right now. i get scared i'll be like my parents, but that's not how my relationship is to begin with.
i love you.
i do. and it hurts me to think i could love you more if it weren't for so many parts of my heart being taken before. i'm not used to someone treating me so well. and i'm trying to tell myself it's not because you buy me everything. it's not. i love you because you're the one person i know will never hurt me. i've hurt you horribly before and you fail to remind me.
maybe i love you because you don't understand my pop culture references, or why i get scared at night. maybe i love you because things fly totally beyond your head.
maybe i love you because you never say hateful things to me. you never have. i don't think you can. you adore me, as i you. i think you're just what i need. i'm okay with that.
it's been a year since i've known you. you're getting me a ring to commemorate that. i think it's sweet. i think all this effort you put into making me happy is sweet.
i am happy. content.
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COMB OVER SCENESTER BANGS MAKE ME WANT TO COMMIT SUICIDE. DNW. |
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