Hey look, I'm stupid sorry
Today is the six month mark of my current relationship. One, I fucking love that dork. I wish I had a better phrase than I love you, only for the fact that I used it on boys who didn't deserve it. It feels misused sometimes. But until I find something better, I love you will have to suffice. Two, I'm proud of myself. Not only have I succeeded in not scaring her away with my forwardness some moments and my shyness in others, but I managed to pick someone where the "honeymoon phase" never wears off. I'm in a constant state of adoration and happiness.
I love you, little ladybird. Happy six months.














