If you’re reading this, that means I’ve actually had the courage to post this here, so go me right? You see for the past 3 months, the writings been really hard for me. Yes, the writing, literally. Before I moved to where I am now, I haven’t gone more than a week without seeing you and I guess that’s what has kept me sane and able, and willing to write. I’ve been at a loss for words since August 27th, the day I left you and that town for good. I still remember the first time I laid eyes on you, and from that time on there hasn’t been another set of eyes I’d rather look into. You see there’s this feeling I get every time you walk into a room, kind of like the feeling of walking into your living room on Christmas morning; weak knees and struggling for words. The very presence of you reminds me of home and family and everything that’s good in life. And goddamn would you make a good wife and mother sometime. I have been thinking a lot about myself lately and at the end of it all, it’s only you who ends up there with me. I know this sounds crazy but what about life isn’t crazy? I I’m not saying I’m perfect nor better than any boyfriend you’ve ever had, but I am saying that no one would treat you the way I would and no one would love you as far and long as I would, through thick and thin, rain and snow, hell and high water. This wasn’t an accident. I’m doing this because I’ve blinked one too many times, and I have missed out on too many moments to get this right. I want to be standing across from you, looking into your eyes and holding your hand when you’re the only one in the room wearing a white dress. You make the blurry things clear for me and the wine taste better. Hank Moody taught me well in saying that “it’s all about her.” It is all about you and I don’t want to see the day come that you’re gone for good. I hope you understand this and I hope you follow your heart and stay true to you, but damn you would make my grandma proud and that has got to count for something.
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