• Writing

    by  • December 6, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Confession • 0 Comments

    At this point, I’m just kind of writing because I can. You know what I’m doing? I’m sitting in my bedroom, listening to music, wishing you were here talking to me. You know, sometimes I wish I could show you this site. I’ve thought about it many times, but I’ve written so much on this website about you that you would be able to figure it out. Oh well, maybe one day I’ll be able to show you all of this; this amazing site. Maybe one day we’ll be happy together. It’s been a long road this past few years, yeah, crazy that we’re in our 2nd year of knowing each other. I feel like I’ve learned so much about you and yet, I feel like I barely know anything about you. I love our long talks at night, our dinner conversation, and all of our texts, they all make me happy. Maybe one day we’ll be together, maybe tomorrow, maybe 5 years from now. Either way, I am willing to wait for you, you are worth it.

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