he has told me on many occasions that i am something special, something unforseen and different. He says he cares me more than he has cared for anyone before. Never has he felt this way, completely new emotions fill him when i'm near. He calls it love. Not the childish deffinition of the word, not the love that is tossed around in convorsations. "haha aw i love you!" or "i love your hair, this song, this food". Not anything close. that deep love, that mix of pain and elation that holds me to him, that void in my soul that grows when he's not around. The feeling of complete bliss i am under when he's near. When he looks me in the eyes i am pulled in to that clear ocean blue. He looks at me and i am aware of his feelings for me. i am aware that i do mean the world to him. every girl wants to feel special, wants to be that girl unlike any other. I hiad given up on this, for the longest time i regarded myself as nothing special, nothing worth this magical sensation known as love. Suddenly it is upon me and i couldn't be happier. Every girl does believe they are something special and I must say it feels good to be proved right. Now i need to show him how special he is, i fear he is blind to it, hurt by years of unloved turmoil. But i am here, i love him so, the deep true meaning of the word, and i want everyone to see who i fell in love with and why. but most of all i want him to see for himself.
i don't know what it is but i cant stand you anymore. maybe because I've been with you for 6 weeks straight. then i got two weeks of freedom, glorious freedom, and it's hard to come back to living in this house, with you, with whom i now associate all the wonderful memories of arguments that you could never bare to lose, the days spent waiting at each corner for you as you lagged behind inconsiderately taking pictures.
my friend told me last night, in alcohol fuelled praise, that you were real. that she had incredible respect for you. and i just couldn't agree. you're real only in the sense that you let us know exactly what is on your mind without bothering if it upsets us. but you don't take the time to listen to me, to consider my opinions, because everything anyone else thinks is completely illogical and a waste of time. you can't grasp that you're views aren't one size fits all. they don't work for everyone; especially not me. You can't...
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