How Much Do You Love Me?...

His voice was hoarse in her ear with his arms wrapped around her tight, "How much do you love me..?"

"More than anything" she said.

He pushed himself up with an arm, looking downcast to her. Her eyes were a light brown, tired from what they had done just a few minutes ago. He smiled, turning her onto her back, straddling her.

She lightly pushed him off of her and slightly chuckled. This was the first night they met in person.

No Skype.

No Facebook.

Pictures to show each other's facial expressions.

This young couple, has their hearts entwined with one another.

How, you per say? 

By the internet. By a game that is of the name IMVU. By meeting in a chatroom unknowing who...

"Who is on the other side of the screen of that computer?"

They know now.

The 12 year old boy and the 13 year old girl.

He compliments her any chance that he gets, he says things to her nonstop that makes her blush, he tells her he loves her every waking moment he's with her, but its still not enough for him to say to her.

She is engulfed in happiness for the first time in her life, he pulls her away from her troubles in her life, she cries anytime she is  separated from her one and only love, she is sane when she is near him.

They complete each other.

Its one of the most perfect relationships that you could read about, yes?

But its the author's love life you're reading about.

I am the she and her in this, I am MarySue F. Zepeda.

Im 13 years of age and im not very tall.

Im not very well spoken with words, and I cant say my feelings to people vocally.

I have to keep my hands occupied at all times mostly.

I may be bipolar slightly because of how I can swing from being amazingly happy to completely depressed.

I have curly hair that is the color brown, as well as my eyes are that color too.

Im not the best looking, but I try my best to make myself look good with make-up, but I don't have to do that for Him.

I've had a very bumpy life sofar, this road im walking on, I know im not alone because others are like me too, with these troubles.

I don't go outside much because most of the time the people that live around me are crude, so im browsing the internet or im talking to my friends.

I don't make the best of grades in Science and Math, but that says otherwise for English and History.

Im called a "box" certain people that I know because I let them vent to me and I keep it all to myself.

Im Hispanic but my skin color is to the point to where its almost as white as paper in ways.

I over think and say that I am sorry for the most stupid of things.

Im not the most perfect person, but I am in His eyes.

The He and Him in this is Garrett A. Wolfe.

He is 12 years of age but doesn't look or sound of it.

He is very, very tall.

He lives with his grandfather and his step-grandmother, Gollum.

He spells things in accurately but he doesn't care for it.

He doesn't take pictures of himself because he believes he doesn't look as wonderful as I say.

He has Pandora's box syndrome.

He has random depression spikes like me.

He was gay, but I changed that.

He came along in the time of when I needed him the most and he needed me most.

He is insane as me.

He has curly black hair, and dark brown eyes.

He spent most of his life inside of his small home up until recently.

He spends most of his time gaming, browsing the internet, and talking to some of his friends as well.

He may not be perfect in your eyes, but he is in mine.

We have been together for almost half a year now, and we're oh so very happy about that.

He told me that he will never leave me. I told him I will never leave him.

You, the reader of this, may think this is just a bunch of bulshit of some sort. But its not. I tell no lies to you, reader. Its normal for younglings to be like this. Just remember, if you are in a relationship right now Reader, and you were her or him. Wouldn't you feel or be the same? Yes? No? Okay then.

In the summer of 2013, I will be going to see Garrett with my mother, little sister, and Father.

He is 520 miles, 7 hours, and 51 minutes away from where I live.

Texas to Florida.

It will take a lot of time and money to get to him by car, but he's worth it.

I love Garrett A. Wolfe, and I always will. No fucks will be given to the people that say I wont.

Because I always will be here for him; loving him till the year, the month, the day, the hour, the time, the minute, and the very second I let go of my life.

If you're reading this Garrett, I love you.

To the lowest pit in hell to the highest cloud in heaven.

<3.