𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼

ᥫ᭡

No one knows everything. You take every day one step at a time. You can plan for the future, but shit is unexpected. No matter how hard you plan for something to happen you never actually know when it will happen.

      The future is scary, but you make it a little less scary. I look forward to every day with you. I've grown attached to the thought of "us". Whatever that means. I can't promise you a definite yes, I can promise I'll try. I'll try anything for you. 

          The thought of "you" makes me smile, and blush. I've spent 16 years, 192.131 months, 5840 days, 140,160 hours, 8409600 minutes, and 504921600 seconds single. Thinking about how I would wait for the perfect person. I think I've found my perfect person, which is crazy because there's 7.837 billion people on this planet. (all these calculations are from Google) 

      One day I'll be able to hold you, and tell you all this. We'll be able to laugh at all the shit we've been through, and think about the fact that we were just dumb teens who didn't know anything. (Or so I hope that's how that'll go)

          (idk if or when I'll post this. If I do it'll be on New Years)

     It's currently 3:29am on December 27th 2022, and all I can think about is how fucking happy I am that I met you. You make me so happy. My impulse has me writing this. I just don't want to fuck up, and write the wrong thing or say the wrong thing. Love is tricky I tell you.

      You're perfect, absolutely perfect. (crazy, and dramatic sometimes, but that's what makes you so perfect) that's all.