Send me a number from 1-500 and I’ll tell you how I feel about you in a post without anyone knowing your identity. — 102, 108.
— status: not accepting.
I am not good with words and now you ask me to tell you how I feel about you? Life is challenging, and that is a hell of a challenge to someone like me, my dear. Put my feelings into words is hard, especially when it comes to you. Firstly, I must thank you for everything. If our endless AIM confessions/conversations haven’t made things clear for you, here I say it again: I am lucky to have you in my life. I love you.
You aren’t flawless, no one is. But even with your flaws, you are perfect in your own way. You laugh at my typos (which I must admit, are lame), you tell me beautiful things, you make me smile. There is something mysterious that makes us bond and never be apart, even when we are. It is a certain unexplainable connection between me and you, don’t you think?
I hope I am able to make you happy; even though you are sometimes sad, or at least be there by your side when you are feeling down. You have no idea of how important you are to me. Thank you once more.












