Fuck, I told myself I wouldn’t be a blogger, but here I am, bloggin’ my shit.

There are so many things I want to tell you. I love you. I miss you. I can’t live without you. I wish things were simple. I wish love was enough to keep two people together. I wish I didn’t do the things I did. I wish you wanted me. I wish I wasn’t such a miserable fuck. I wish I wish I wish…a lot of things.

But what’s the point of wishing if it gets you nowhere? What’s the point of wanting if you won’t ever get what you want?

Wanting is one thing, but what if I needed you? What if I needed you so much that I couldn’t go on without you, that I would be lost without you, and that I couldn’t live without you? What If I believed that we could be forever, would be forever, should be forever? You’re the love of my life and I’m pretty damn sure of it. If I weren’t, I wouldn’t be here waiting. wanting. wishing. loving.

Oh yeah, Happy 3 months.