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Okay, so pretty soon, we'll have our...some month anniversary.

Eli, when we first met, way back, I really didn't think we'd ever end up together. You had a boyfriend, who was a major cunt, but he had won your affection, all the while you had won mine.

You never told me you loved me when we were first friends. You never called me cute, or told me something I did was cute, we just...talked. There was no touching or laughing, we just simply talked, and at that time in my life, I'm glad we just talked.

After a few weeks of being friends, you left me. Not to sound rude, but I completely forgot who you were. Around December of last year, You messaged me saying hi, and I was genuinely creeped out.

I didn't remember you.

I didn't know how you knew my name.

Until you said "Its me, Eli, From wattpad"

And honestly, I just pretended to know who you were. I really started to dig you there.

I saw your face every day and we talked all the time. I learned more about you and you...you just learned a lot about me. All the while, you thought we were growing to be great friends, clearly, my affections grew in the opposite directions.

When we kiked each other you started to call me cute and you started to act like...I dunno you liked me? Maybe.

When that happened I really started to think I had a chance with you. A real chance, like...It wasn't just some weird fantasy I had displayed in my mind, hoping it would become something. For once I felt like it could happen.

Then, you found out my sweet spot and you always would take advantage of that to turn me on. Didn't matter to you, I'm pretty sure I was just there, so you took advantage of it.

You would kiss me a lot, and I liked that. I liked knowing I was good enough to kiss.

When you told me, later on, that you liked making out because you felt like it was more intimate than sex...it made me so happy that you had always kissed me and everything, because I knew, in your mind, that meant you really had a thing for me.

Eventually, we had sex and I feel like sex is the most intimate you can get. I was so serious about being with you, at this time I don't know if you were, but you put in the effort to...well..have sex with me, so, eh. I liked being with you, for those short few moments I knew you were all mine and that no one could take you from me. I felt like the center of your attention and I fucking loved it.

So finally I was single and you were single, so I thought to date you.

So I asked you to be my boyfriend and you said sure and...

Yeah, you know what happened.

I can see why you're kinda skeptical on living me now, but I mean come on SnuggleBug it's been 3 months D: I won't leave.

Ultimately, when we broke up, you left.

You were always good at running away. Whether it was your feelings, your problems, or even more simply, me.

When you...got back. After three months.

We were tense and kinda on edge. I was with my exboyfriend Spencer at this time and when we would talk, I dunno, those feelings were still there?

But, I still loved Spencer quite a lot. Like, a lot.

It was kinda cute, I had you absolutely whipped and you got to feel how I felt when we first met. You started saying I love you and I would just nod and agree.