I just can't believe how much you love me. It seems surreal. Y'know, the feeling that someone loves you more than you love him. It makes me feel conscious in a way...and secured in a really positive note. It makes me realize that no matter how ugly I am or how loud I snor, you will be there to watch me sleep and kiss me goodmorning the next day. It is unbelievable how you text me you'll miss me knowing we will only be 8 hours apart. Just can't belive that there is still someone so optimistic, so bitten by the love bug, so cheesy and yet, so proud of it. It also makes me scared and quite skeptical to a point. Is this gonna last? Will your feelings still be the same 10 years from now? What if someone better comes along? Is this for good? Forever? Yes, the doubts start crawling in. But I look back and remember all those years of good times, of sneaking, of sweet messages and phone calls, of reassurance, of movie dates perfectly aware of my curfew, of holding hands, of laughing at jokes, of introducing eachother to family and friends, of out of town trips, of quiet moments, of comforting words and hugs and kisses. And it certainly sealed everything perfectly.
Eighty-five.
85 months.
That's a really long time to be together.
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