Hey guys, It's August again :) Um, so, I really am trying to think about things, and I really like this book, and thank you for reading it. It makes me so happy to read your comments so if you want to could you comment a little bit because I could use some happy right around now, so please please comment. I love you so much y'all. -xoxo gus
Anyways, smut if you continue again, worse than Addy's POV, so If you read that, it gets worse. I'll let you know when it starts again.
Aimie's POV:
I sat in our room, petting a sleeping Wolfie. I really have missed her, but she still reminds me of Genesis. I was the one who had wanted Wolfie in the first place but when she agreed, it had made me so happy. Wolfie still made me so happy. But there is nothing, nothing that makes me as happy as being with my Addy.
God, my Adelaide. My baby girl. My princess. Whenever she was around, she lit up the room. I looked at our old texts while I pet the small white furball. I have to brush her soon, she's shedding like a dog, no pun intended here. I looked at one, from when I was on my day off and visiting my mom.
Hi my love. It's 2:33, so that means I'm heading to the theatre right now. I really really miss you, and I'm listening to your album. I'm gonna stop and grab a coffee, what do you think Nat would want? She seems kinda off lately, but I really want to try to make last Wednesday up to her. I feel bad for asking to borrow her can of hairspray when she was already really upset. Anyways, I love you kitten. Have a good day with your mum babydoll. - xxx your princess
Gods I'm really in love with her. So so much. Addy was on a call with her parents in America. She has a really good relationship with them, and the last time she went to visit them was before we started dating. I was going to surprise her with tickets to visit them over holiday. I didn't really have anything to do, I finished the laundry that needed to be done, I organized the bookshelf in our room, and picked up Wolfie's toys. I didn't know if Addy was going to mention me so I just wanted to stay out of the picture, and out of her hair. I know that I'm her girlfriend or whatever, but I just don't want to annoy her. I feel like I do, and I really don't want her to get tired of me. I know she says that her love is forever, but nothing is infinite. There is an infinite amount of numbers between one and two, and a larger infinity of numbers between 1 and 3. So, there is always an infinity between infinities, and then of course the numbers that are in that smaller infinity know that they're an infinity and don't try to get any bigger, and yeah do you get what I'm going for here?
Basically if her love reaches for infinity how big is that infinity? I know that I love her from zero to a googolplex. Does she love me from zero to googolplex, or does she only love me from one until a million. Because that is a smaller infinity, but still an infinity.
Infinity is just a concept though. If someone never thought about that concept would it exist? Would they just think as far as they knew, or would they imagine going on forever and ever. Because that's essentially what infinity is: the going on for a super long time. But some infinities are larger than others, and there is always going to be a bigger infinity.
You're just limited to what you can imagine. And I know that I've imagined everything with her. I've imagined our wedding, when I propose to her, when I first meet her parents, getting matching pajama sets on Christmas, everything. No one's going to stop that. No one.
"AIMIEEEE," I heard her call from the kitchen-ish area. I'm not quite sure where the call was taking place, but from where her holler came from I could tell that she was in more of a main area.
"YEAH?" I asked, and Wolfie shot up, ready to do something. When I was with Genesis, Wolfie always broke up our fights by needing to go out, or play, or something. "I'm okay baby, go back to sleep." She circled around the bed a few times, but then jumped off and trotted out of the room.
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