Diary of the Misunderstood.

Haha…don’t mind the title, I’ve just been wanting to say that for a while.

Anyways, just wanted to make a quick note…six months already with my boy (officially). Feels like a dream, like even more time has passed…like I’ve known him for years.

You’ve been basically the only person who has been there for me, every single day. Like, no matter what has happened, no matter the circumstances, you have made the impossible to stick around and help me out, even if it’s just holding me while I cry. In just a little bit more than half a year, you’ve seen me at my best and you’ve seen me at my worst and we both have grown up with each other in such little time, it’s amazing. 

My love for you has been growing every day, every hour, every minute, every second. It’s like you and I were meant to be. Crazy, I know, but a douche bag and bitch can get along just fine if you ask me. ;)

That’s the thing, we can see the good stuff in things that people would normally consider bad. Our sense of humor is unexplainable, it’s like nobody but us can understand it. If I had a picture for every memory I’ve had with you in such short time, I could make a whole album…maybe two, even. 

…You are what keeps me going, after all this time, after all the disasters I’ve been through, you stood with me until the very end, and now that I made the decisions I made, you and I feel stronger than ever. 

So I just want to leave with saying that you will always be my friend, my gym partner, my douche, my family…and probably the love of my life. 

Te adoro idiota.