It's Just Our Time

I'm a Mess

Everything's a little weird,

Writing a book where I imagine a life without you..

And then coming to write a book about why I love you,

Who am I?

There's my favorite question..

Who am I?

Well I am me,

It's strange..

You're the first person who's gotten to sit and see me breakdown and cry,

Forget for a moment someones around,

You've seen me at my strongest,

And you've seen me at my weakest...

Not once did you judge me or tell me I needed to stop crying..

Not once did you tell me to stop being depressed,

And not once have you insulted my family.

You've accepted where I come from,

Who I am,

What I act like...

Even when I hit you.. constantly... (sorry)

You just.. smile..

Never want to hurt me,

When you do,

You back away; but never stray to far,

You wait in the hallway for me,

When I'm gone,

You still respect when I'm not happy with you around a certain person,

You're funny; but honest,

Protective; Caring,

Kind,

But you're a dork.

I wrote down that nickname you gave me...

And the reason you called me that...

I wrote down what you said...

'Rose'

'Because you're as beautiful as one'

Clover...

Because you're the reason I'm lucky...

You always make me happy.. Just by sitting on the floor on your phone :]

I swear... I'll eventually stop hitting you when you make seriously bad puns and jokes :T

A PREGNANT LADY SWIMMING DOES NOT MAKE HER A DAMN SUBMARINE!!!!