You can always tell if I’m avoiding answering you, or if I’m lying. Only, not legit lying. Because I don’t do that. But I mean with the flowers thing.
We’re gonna live together in 2 years.
I just want to hold you close until my heart doesn’t hurt anymore.
You actually listened when I gave you a bedtime. c:
I got you to crave chinese food.
You’re okay with me being ridiculously sappy, and insecure sometimes.
You’re perfect at being you. And that’s who I fell for. So yeah, you’re just perfect.
Your habits are rubbing off on me. :C
You think I’m attractive, and you scold me for being stubborn when I deny it.
I’m friends with your best friend now.
I GET TO SEE YOU TOMORROW.
My sister really wants to meet you. She says she loves your blog.
You’re a feminist, and you’re not afraid to speak your mind.
I really admire you.
I can’t wait to roll over every morning, with the reassurance you’ll be beside me.
My mom told me that “being in love = stupid”, and that everyone always thinks they’ll work out.. But most don’t. I do know how right she is. But I promise you forever, anyways. And we’ll prove them all wrong.
We argue over which one of us is the luckiest in the world. (I win)
I feel comfortable about you. Like, when we were at the food court and I was talking to that one chick.. I looked back at you and you and Sarah were just watching me. And it just felt right knowing you were there. We feel right.
Your hugs and kisses are perfect.
I’m completely myself with you.
You’re completely yourself with me.
You put up with my sappy poems, and you actually think they’re cute.
I might go to college with you. So we can be together.
I get worried that if I tell you I love you too much, it’ll ruin it’s meaning. Or if I’m too head over heels, you’ll become disinterested. I’ve been just a “chase”, before. But it’s been four weeks, and you haven’t gotten sick of it yet!