I don’t know where i’d be without him, serious-fucking-ly. He’s the one piece of good I’ve been able to maintain. I’m not one of those girls who likes to be super obsessive about their love life, but lately I don’t know I just feel like damn I’m lucky. I wish everyone could just get to experience something like this; this elated, mind blowing, whirl winding feeling of being head over heels for someone and them feeling the same way. I feel Our bond is causal, comfortable but there’s always a romantic aspect. I guess sometimes I forget that he really is my boyfriend and not just my homie like I feel like he is.
It’s crazy to look at where we started to where we are now and man, I could write a book about our story. I’m thinking maybe I will one day.