This is where the thoughts that occur during my struggle to find romance end up.
Feel free to ask for advice, or just stick around and read or whatever :)
17/Bisexual/Committed to the most perfect man for me <3
I always knew it, but it felt great to finally hear it after 4 months.
And I found the courage to say I loved him too, because I had always felt it, right from the beginning.
Just when I thought he couldn’t give me any more warm, fuzzy butterflies, he did.
Sigh, I love him.
I really do.
:)
Thanks Mr. Douchebag, for being such a dick and showing me exactly what I don’t need in my life.
And thank you Mr. Perfect, for being the sweetest and greatest man to ever exist and treating me exactly the way I want to be treated.
That fuckface’s immature behavior makes yours feel a million times more warm and loving.
Be mine forever okay? :)
