August 2011
Well, shit.
People are fucking stupid.
Every time I think about it, my heart breaks.
If he goes back to Japan for college, I think it will.
"Them? Us? They -are- us. What differences do you...
What's the schedule for today?
Well, I’m supposed to be working on my English Honors assignment. Instead, I’m coloring, watching The Lion King II (which I thought was just The Lion King when I put it in, by the way), and talking to the guy I love.
I quite like this better.
He was the one to say "I love you" first.
That was a few nights ago. And the best part was, I was able to effortlessly answer with “I love you, too” and mean it.
I squealed for a good while, then I sat up in bed and gave myself a good, hard pinch. I knew I wasn’t dreaming when my arm started to hurt. Maybe that was the best part; knowing that in the end, it was all reality.
He's perfect.
Or, as “perfect” as anything, anyone, etc. is capable of being. I’m speechless.
I've finally moved on.
He called me interesting, the good kind, too. Now it’s a game of wait-and-see.
All for love, and nothing for reward.
My fortune cookie read my mind.
I love you so damn much.
I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
