11716.) I use to make fun of those girls who got way to caught up in liking someone, thinking it was completely overrated and dramatic... Then I met you.
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Shimmer - Fuel
New favorite song, without a doubt. I. Love. Fuel. <3
I read something today while I was cleaning…that I wrote you in June. It was a shock, as to how much my feelings have changed in a couple of months. And, I was going through my blog, and I saw that post I wrote about you…also in June. I can’t believe how pathetic I was, (still am) honestly. Closure is something I desperately need, but I’m never gonna get. And I hate it, so much, because it just leaves me wishing for more. Getting over you is something I want oh so much, and I know that love wise, I’m over you. But just, you, I’m definitely not over. Not at all. Not in the slightest. There are days when I’ll think about you and cry. But then there are days when I think about you, and just smile. Because as much as I try and convince myself and everyone else that I wish you never happened, I can’t keep pretending. Of course I would never wish that you didn’t happen to me, because you made my life worth living all those months. And even though you were never around, hell, you made me feel so amazing. But, I keep thinking about all this. And how bad of a girlfriend it makes me, for all this stuff. Not that I can help it, right? There’s not much I can do. Except pretend I don’t think about you anymore. But I can’t help to compare you to everything and everyone that is in my life now. Urgh. I miss you, love, I miss you so much. (And, I just started laughing, because my stepmom called me Kerri-Berry. It reminded me of how you had that fake British accent just to make me like you more, and how I kept saying eh…good times, good times.)
And now, to make up for all the shit that I just wrote, it’s my baby’s turn. Since I never write anything about you, ever :l But, I’m sitting here thinking about how long it’s already been. 3 months yesterday since I met you. 3 fucking months. 3 months on Tuesday since I’ve been yours. The first day I met you was amazing, fucking amazing. First time I met you, first time I kissed you. Two days later, we were already acting like a couple - it just wasn’t official yet. July 13th. Best day of my life. The first few weeks, first month and a half, actually, that we talked you gave me these silly butterflies, and you made me feel like I was the only one on this Earth. And I wasn’t really sure that I loved you. But now, those butterflies are gone, I feel more comfortable with you, and I’m 99.9% positive I love you. Both you’s. Talking to you makes everything better, no matter what’s going wrong. No one can make me smile like you do, no one can make me feel like you do. When we first started bickering, it scared me a little. Because, no one that I’ve ever had a relationship cared enough to fight with me about stuff - they just let me win. But with you, it’s different. As much as I hate fighting with you, it makes me feel like you care enough to point out things, and…as silly as it seems, it makes me love you more and more and more. <3 There’s nothing you can do to ever scare me away, and I know you’re going through some tough shit right now baby, but no matter what, I’m here for you. I mean it when I say forever and always. <3
- andreaaaaxD: you know me too well.
- theycallmekerrix: yes. i do. xD tooooooo well.
- andreaaaaxD: Its sad.
- theycallmekerrix: very. i gave you the correct nickname when we first met. whore. xD
- andreaaaaxD: Yes ma'am you did
die, Ron, die
- Harry: We shouldn't have taken up that stupid subject in the first place.
- Ron: Still, at least we can give it up now.
- Harry: Yeah. No more pretending we care what happens when Jupiter and Uranus get too friendly...
- Ron: And from now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell 'die, Ron, die' -- I'm just chucking them in the bin where they belong.
