Monday, April 19, 2010 ' 8:43 PM
I've noticed that there are so many girls out there that are prettier, cuter, hotter, sexier, and sweeter than you. By a great margin, might I add. But somehow, against all odds, you're the only one that's always on my mind.
To me, you are pretty, You'r cute. You're hot. You're sexy. You're sweet. You're kind. You're caring. You're everything I've ever wanted, and everything I'll always want. I know other people are reading this thing so I'll stop being mushy. Oh wait. I love you, darling.
So there are people out there wondering who in the world is this elusive girlfriend person I've been going on and on and on about these past few weeks. Well. It's not time to say, but I will tell you the story of how we met.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away...
There was a cute girl. In a red dress, at a grand ball, with a guitar slung across her chest. The girl had a very dark secret... She was a prisoner. But she had found a way to escape from her cell. So long as she returned every night, nobody would ever know her secret. Untill one day, an old man noticed something peculiar about the way she dressed. Somehow, when surrounded by people with other clothing, that horizontal-striped-black-and-pink shirt looked normal. But the old man, wise from the many years he had lived, knew that something was amiss. And then it hit him. Pink, black, pink, black. This girl was a prisoner on the run! The shock from this revelation caused his heart to skip a few beats. And then the old man had a heart attack, died, and everybody lived happily ever after. The end.
Sorry bout that. Brain dead. Haha.
But that really was how we met. A guitar performance, a cute girl, a prison uniform, and an old man.
You're like a drug to me. No. Not a drug. Not a want. A need. You're like the air to me. The sun. And you balance out the clouds nicely for me. And by that, I mean that I can't live without you.
Haha. Twilight quotes. Pathetic. Just one more?
And so you asked me, do I love you? My answer? Of course I do, you silly beautiful, oversensitive girl. Doesn't everyone? I feel like there's a line behind me, jockeying for position, waiting for me to make a big enough mistake... You're too desirable for your own good darling.
To think that a simple 'I love you' would have summarised everything I said lol. So. I love you.
I don't want this love to be my secret anymore...
