I don’t know how you do that to me, how you make me want you mentally and physically all the time, even when I’m not with you.
Yes. My boyfriend is perfect.
I’m not writing this to brag, it’s more….a story? or thoughts, or something.
But yes, he’s perfect…almost. He’s super cute, and super good in bed. (Yes, important points, but not the most important.)
He treats me like I’m the world. EVERY day. He buys me things, drives me places, takes care of me when I’m sick, looks after me in general. And asks for NOTHING in return. I have no way to repay him. No, I DON’T ask for any of this, he just does it. He compliments me all the time, never forgets (He remembers our anniversary to the minute), he’s fun and smart, puts up with my ever changing moods and always tries to make me believe I’m beautiful. He has never ever upset me and my friends (even the taken ones) are jealous. He does his best to not upset and to make sure I’m happy. He quit smoking because he knew I didn’t like it, even though I never expected him to do that for me and I never asked him to (And this was like a week after we started going out). He understands my insecurities and my issues (He put up with chasing me for a couple of months because I thought I couldn’t be in a relationship, and had told him that from the beginning).
Everything he does, he does it to make me happy, and I have no idea how I can make it up to him. After everything he’s done for me, I just don’t know what I could possibly do to repay him. I know I can talk to him about anything, and he gets along so well with all my friends!
I think I love him, and I’m no longer afraid to say it out loud.
William Lindsay Dare, I love you. ♥
You understand do you? You understand how some days, I’m okay. I want to laugh and smile and create something beautiful, how I want to show the world that I’m alive, I want to feel air rush into and out of my lungs. And other days, I want to take a bullet to my head, sit in my room and drag blades across my body. How I want to break things, people and objects alike. I want to slit my throat, swallow handfuls of pills and get hit by a car. You understand how it feels, to be happy one day, then depressed the next?
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