Day 55

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Day 55 

You told me that it scared you to acknowledge how much you loved me, you didn't want to get hurt.. That if it weren't for me you would be long gone ... Not in a mean way: you're blunt and honest with me. That scares me, I never want you you regret me or think I held you back. But still I said there was nothing to worry about, because there's not. I told you that I valued our relationship tremendously for you educated me everyday. And that all my life I've had temptation and you're the only guy that I've been completely and totally comfortable with, that my eyes are super glued to you and it's not a feeling I think I can shake (fluffed that that, Duh) You told me that it made you feel better, that you had insecurities too, and then you kissed me with the full, firhm lips I crave so often

I hate being one of those girls, you know? Who are all oooo-ooo gaga crazy over guys fast but I've never been more content. Our lives work. You motivate me no matter what. You're a better man than you give yourself credit for and I'm so thankful to know you. You're perfect in every way. 

I love you. 

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