So this girl has been probably the best thing to happen to me in a long time. She’s so smart and beautiful and caring. She really is there for me when I need her and I’d do anything in the world she needed of me. She respects anything I decide to do and she supports me and my decisions. She knows when to pull me away from something stupid and I trust her judgement. I never expected to hold her in my arms and kiss her but it’s become my favorite thing to do. I love that I see her everyday and she even makes time for me on the weekends. She deals with me when I want to be stupid with my friends and she’s always there even if she’s not agreeing with what I’m doing. She laughs when I get hurt and I laugh when she messes up and we both can look at each other and smile knowing it’s not serious. We work so well as a team, either it be her doing Junior Class shit or me doing Senior Class shit we help each other the best we can. We fall asleep together almost every night on Skype and see each other every morning up until the bell rings. I couldn’t ask for more in a girlfriend and I hope she knows how much I appreciate every little thing she does.
The light nips my teeth make at my own tongue, blocking those words I strain desperately not to use loosely, occur more often than I had expected. Either it be holding you in my arms while you smile and laugh or just laying down, staring into your eyes from miles away; the same words seem to form together in my mind. Those three cursed words that have doomed all those before and done only as much good as they have caused damage. I find myself revisiting the same question more frequently as the days drift by: Do I mean those words or have I simply become accustom to abusing their power? I fully admit to my crimes relating; only a fool would deny such destruction, though I have weathered much a similar assault. The fact remains that I have yet to submit you to the same plots as any previous. I have yet to wish to abuse those words for an obvious gain, though maybe I truly just want to read you. I want to have your emotions on a page, much similar to this, so I can scan the bodied paragraphs over and over to constantly reassure myself of your words. I don’t aim to pull you down to where I feel superior; I am perfectly content with a shared leadership even if that becomes a monarchy of its own. Yet again I wonder if I truly mean those words that my own tongue means to speak. Time promises to reveal any doubts, though time is one aspect of life in which I tend to avoid associating with. I strive for all to be created in a natural manner as to preserve its authenticity. Authenticity will ensure lies are left to the weak and happiness will radiate more frequently with such trust in one another’s words.