Are You Happy Now?

entry fifteen.

I met up with George and we went back to his place and we cuddled. I couldn't help but say I loved him. George and I have been together for two years. Basically high school sweethearts. He never pressured me into doing anything I didn't want to do. I remember how he was never shy. If something was wrong he'd speak out about it. I felt like I could be myself with him. But with every relationship comes their highs and lows. We did argue but it didn't happen often. He'd always throw me over his shoulder to stop me arguing with him. I didn't want him to ever feel like I didn't love him. Because I did.

I love his hair. 

I love his hands.

I love his smile.

I love his face.

I love his personality.

I love how he comforted me with his arms.

I love how he made me happy.

I love how he'd put me first. 

I love how he'd drop everything to comfort me make sure I'm alright.

This is to you George. Thank you for helping me through my lowest points.

I love you George.