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It’s the little things you say and do that make me the happiest. You don’t realize it, but when you move a hair that’s out of place on my head or when you fix the back of my skirt, I find that shit extremely thoughtful. I like how you know what order me at restaurants when they ask for anything to drink. Water with no ice and no lemon. And how you know when I’m about to start my period because I yell a lot. I like that guilty yet caring face you make after we argue because you don’t want me to cry. That face that says “Don’t be sad anymore. I’m sorry. We should stop. Please stay.” Or when you talk about how you’d stop smoking when we have kids because you’d never want to hurt them in any way ever and that you want to be a better dad than yours was to you. When you remind me to watch my language because there are children around. When you see a young couple with the boy’s hand on his girl’s ass and how you think it’s so disrespectful to touch a woman like that in public. You don’t know how much I love when you just express your tiniest thoughts. And you don’t understand how much greater that makes you in my eyes. I love it.
"I love you because you always let me eat your food when you don’t finish it."
wow thx babe.
Earlier you asked me why I like you and I couldn’t give you an answer right away. But I was thinking about that right now. It’s not just because of how you dress or what car you drive. That’s all a plus. But I like you because you’re passionate and it shows. I don’t like you just because of your car, but because of how much you love the lifestyle and how much I can learn from you. I learn something new from you every day. I like you because you’re headstrong. You’ve been through more than most people I know and you haven’t given up. I know how depressed you get sometimes but that’s normal. I hate that you feel that way though because someone like you deserves to be happy. You’ve proven yourself to be successful at such a young age and I love that about you. I’m not kidding when I say I’m proud as fuck to call you mine. I like you because you remember some of the little things and that’s kind of cute. You know how to make me happy. You’re the boy I brag about to my friends. So yeah, I hope that answers your question. I love you for you and don’t ever think otherwise.
It’s not until someone asks me “Are you alright?” that I realize I’m really not okay.
I don’t want to be that girlfriend that makes her man bail on his friends.
It’s too much for me to handle.
I’m sorry I can’t be a 4.0 student anymore. I’m trying my best. Please acknowledge my efforts.
But it’s kind of a tough situation when I go to school 35 miles away. I drive back home another 35 miles tired in traffic. I’m taking 15 units. I do my homework. I study. I work 2 jobs. I pay for my car. I pay for my gas. I pay for my food. I pay for all of my necessities. I barely have a day off. I barely even have time to sleep or do anything relaxing for myself. I work my ass off because you give me nothing.
And all you can say to me is “What happened to you? You used to be so good.”
Thanks. Thank you so much for not realizing how fucking dead I am inside. Every day I’m on the verge of breaking down. And you don’t even notice.
Lol. So I was sitting in my car with the door open.
And a group of guys walks past: “Oh shit a Lancer. Nice.”
Me getting out of my car: oh thanks.
Them: “Oh shit a girl.”
*boyfriend rolls up in his car*
“Gaddam that’s a nice ass g35.”
*parks next to me & gives me a kiss.*
“Awh she’s taken.. Fuckin car couple.😒”
Heh. I take all that as a great compliment. Tbh I’m proud af to call him mine. He makes me look ten times cooler lolol.
Slept at 2 am.
Woke up at 5 am.
Worked 6 am to 6 pm.
Went home for 30 minutes.
Went out to Rowland Heights to meet up with Ivan because I kind of just really needed someone today.
Bought him kbbq because I love him times a billion.
He bought me Tastea because he felt bad I spent $45 for dinner.
We sat in the parking lot until 11:30 and watched cars roll through.
We’re a lame car couple like that.
There were some quality cars there though.
Checked my phone with 7 text messages and 3 missed calls from my parents.
Came home to them bitching.
It was only fucking 12.
Didn’t say anything and went straight to my room and closed my door.
I’m way past done with them right now.
After a long day, sometimes I just want to spend some time with the one person that actually cares.
Like gaddam. Calm the fuck down. I’m not 14 years old.
Now I feel like throwing things lol.
Saying “not to be fucked up” at the end of your sentence doesn’t make what you said any less fucked up. 😒
I’m trying. I’m actually trying. But you don’t see that. And it kind of hurts to know that my efforts aren’t enough for you.
My bf has been feeling down for no apparent reason. And I’m not sure what to say to him to make him feel better anymore. So I bought him the Ray Bans he’s been wanting and I’m going to see him next week. That boy better be thankful lmao. Best girlfriend award goes to me.
Once you know what it feels like to sleep next to the one you love, it’s just not the same sleeping without them.
Valentine’s Day in LA.
Past 24 hours well spent with the bf in his city. Got there at midnight tired af from school and dance workshops. Spent the night at his place. Moped around for a couple hours before getting out of bed and getting ready. Went to get an alignment for his car, got lunch, nothing says “I love you” like kbbq, went to Alhambra to get boba. Came back to LA and met up with my cousin and her boothang. Took typical couple pictures at the urban lights at LACMA and then went to Little Tokyo to catch dinner. Chilllll people. And then ended the night up at the Griffith Observatory. Took my time driving home and now I’m here. Tired and sore. Goodnight (:
Every day spent together is a good one. <3