I’m not into monthsary’s. But it’s important to know when you start so you have something to look back on when it ends.

I’m damaged like that.

I don’t know if I’ve gotten over that notion yet.

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I like the way you hold me.

You make me feel like nothing can ever hurt me.

I like the way you look at me.

You always make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world.

I like when we argue.

Our imperfections make us perfect.

I like the way you kiss me.

Because for once, it feels real.

I like who I am when I’m with you.

I don’t need to pretend.

I like being with you.

Because I can see myself with you and it doesn’t feel like a waste of time.

I like the way I smile with you.

It comes so easily.

You’re my first thought in the morning and last at night. It’s so funny how I let you do this to me.

The fact is, you make me feel a lot more than you know 

Most of the time, I really don’t know what I want.

Most of the time, I don’t remember what I said or what I did.

Half of the time, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing or what I’m talking about or how I ended up talking about it to begin with.

But despite all the haziness in my chaotic world,

A few things are pretty much clear…

I know that I want you.

I know that I want to be with you.

I wake up in the mornings and I remember you. I remember your scent, how you look, how it feels to be beside you and how you make me feel.

I know that it doesn’t matter who I am or what I do, I know you’d still take me.

I know that these feelings are real.

And I know that in the midst of all this craziness, you make my life a lot more crazy. And I’m in love with the thought of it. <3

I told myself that I would find a way to write down everything I felt about you and everything you make me feel. I told myself that I would divulge every knot in my stomach and every wish at 11:11 on 11.11.11 (yeah-huh) for you to read but I really just can’t.

I am slowly realizing that what I feel for you and everything we have can’t even be described. Not even a little bit. Not even if I tried. I don’t think I could find the right words to justify how happy you make me. Maybe that’s why I find you so special because for the first time in my life, I am at a loss for words.

Sometimes I wonder I could ever keep you with you or with the people you were with before. I wonder if I could make you as happy as they did. I don’t know but I’m willing to try.

For you, I’d be unconventional.

You are so amazing and I get butterflies and googley eyed just thinking about you.

I think it’s ok to forget sometimes.

Because at the end of the day, I’m always going to remember what my values are.

I think it’s ok to let go of yourself sometimes.

Because I’ll always know where to find myself.

I think it’s ok to be mad sometimes.

Because it makes the good things feel better.

I think it’s ok to be crazy sometimes.

Because I could never stand norms anyways.

I think it’s ok to think that you’re in love sometimes.

Because if it is love, I know one day when I’m all loved out, I wouldn’t mind falling in love with you over and over and over again.

How do you know for certain anyways?

I Have to stop jinxing my own happiness.

Every smile, laugh and giggle shouldn’t be so shortlived.

I need to start learning how to function in a relationship. or in life, all together.

I also need to stop walking around the house in my underwear. BUT IT’S SOO HOT!