Once upon a time a handsome, smart, funny, perfect guy decided he liked me. Which is weird because I’m very undeserving of him, and he can do so much better. But he picked me, and he changed my life, for the better, so much. I don’t know what I would do without him by my side. One day, that guy asked my mom if he could visit. She said yes. Now he’s coming in July to stay with me and I can finally touch him and hug him and cuddle him and kiss him and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let go of him. I’m trying really hard to make sure I’m good enough for him, because I’m scared he’s going to realise that I’m not all that special. It may be selfish, but I hope he never realises he can do better. I need him more than I need the air I breathe. My life would be so empty and meaningless without him. Even when I’m not with him, or when it seems like I don’t want to be with him, he’s always on my mind, always on the tip of my tongue to want to speak to him, or of him. I wouldn’t trade him for anyone else in the world, he’s all I could ever want. As long as he thinks he can put up with me, I’ll be here for him. I can’t wait for the day I can fall into his arms and never have to leave.
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