it’s never been a question for me that I love him more than anything, but the fact that I lost him twice now, and he’s come back to me despite me being a retard both times.. it just makes me feel blessed and kinda guilty. I want to give him everything. I want to give him the world. I want to make him soooo happy. And both those times I didn’t do that. I was a real idiot.
But now we’re together, and I know the mistakes I’ve made… and now I know I need to think every action of mine through a little (or a lot) more than I did before. Everything should be smooth now. I love him with all my heart. He’s part of my soul, and I could never live without him. He makes me feel whole, and I know my friends find it corny, and heck he even finds it corny, but its so true.
So this year for Nov/Thanksgiving, he’s on top of my “I’m grateful for…” list.