Misted Thoughts

How Annoying You Can Get

No.
Hear me out first

You'll ask me how pissed I am a hundred thousand times in a day and still not see yourself as someone who could have potentially been the reason. I don't have a better name to give it except how much trust and confidence  you have in me and this relationship.

I will randomly talk about how I buy my underwear and bras from two very different stores and somehow get the arguement to a place to prove how I swear to god didn't see your "blue" underwear when he pulled your pants down.

I know not why you think your ass is cute
I sure as hell don't. On second thought, I'll take a minute to check it out. And you can go all EW if you want.

When I'm pissed at you, it's not a OH MY GOD You're so annoying that I'm going to slap your face and kick you where the sun doesn't shine if you don't stop calling me names.

No it's more of a, god can you shutup or I will hug you to death with so much ferocity that you will not know:
A. What's the point of my hugging?
B. Why are you pissed Rhea?

I can't always answer the second, don't you get it? It's not your fault sometimes but I still WANT to be right and say the right things. I'm a failure at saying the right things and I love how you just know what I mean. Thankyou.

I don't know why I'm so comfortable with you. I really don't. It's like I could talk about my ex boyfriend to how blowjobs are the real deal - AND YOU WOULDN'T CARE. Except for the occasional, EW RHEA, WASH YOUR BRAIN.
PLEASE.

I promise I'll try, but it's ruined beyond repair

There are times when I hate myself for being this close to you. What if a day comes when we're not in the same continent? Will you forget me?

I don't know if leaving my place for an hour, walking in the midst of swarms of mosquitos, plugging earphones on and staring at the starless sky while talking to you is even worth it.

All I know is I don't want to question it. I don't want to question how you're worth it. You are. You're worth a million more stars than I can offer.

Just. Don't give up on me. I'm used to it. And if you were another one, I wouldn't care in the least but I don't want you there.

Just stay another day, another night. I promise to get a little less pissed but I'll hug you nevertheless. I will walk under starless skies if it means I can have you on the other side of town

I love you, Chica :)