Over the course of five years we've grown an exceptional amount. Even though we took breaks from talking and keeping in touch, there wasn't a moment where I would stop thinking about you. I know that I don't admit a lot of things but here is my "5 Year Confession". I confess, to wanting to kiss you the moment I heard you speak. I confess, to always getting that funny feeling in my tummy every-time I see you. I confess, to always being shy at first whenever you come around me. I confess, to always wanting you to be happy with or without me. I confess, to always watching you fall asleep first, until I'm comfortable enough to go to sleep myself. I confess, to never wanting to see you upset or cry because it upsets me too. I confess, to always trying my best to make you comfortable. I confess, to always telling you that you don't have to look a certain a way to make me. I'll be happy just by looking at you. I confess, to making you mad because you're cute when you have an attitude. I confess, to always giving you that look because it makes you smile. I confess, to always doing the little things that goes unnoticed because they count. I confess, to always staring at you without meaning. I confess, to always saying that nothing is on my mind when I'm actually thinking about a lot. I confess, to never admitting that you're right, when you're right. I confess, to always wanting to buy you things when you tell me not to. I confess, to always being a "butthole" when I don't try to be. I confess, to never admitting that you're changing me for the better. I confess, to never saying aloud that You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I confess, to every night that I go to sleep that I can't stop dreaming about you. I confess, to always hoping for a future with you. I confess, to wanting to start a family with you someday. I confess, to believing that I can make you happy. I confess, to admitting that I fell in love the moment we've met. I confess, to never showing emotions. I confess, to always saying mean things because I don't want to say anything sensitive. I confess, to knowing when I've hurt your feelings. I confess, to always wanting to see you laugh when you don't feel pretty. I confess, to always loving the fact of you being a big a** baby when it comes to me. I confess, that I never want to let you go.
This was my "5 Year Confession".
— To Be Continued
