| | This past couple of weeks sucked. Anna's been upset so often, and
it's 90% because of me. It's ironic that in the past I've ranted
about crappy boyfriends with awesome girlfriends, and now I am
one. It seems that every week there's something I'm doing
wrong. It pains me when she's upset at me. When I know it's
my fault, there are times when I just want to bash my head in with a
heavy, blunt object. As I stare blankly at my ceiling, I wonder
how things would be like if I simply forget about her. When I do
so, the pain inside me becomes unbearable, and I cry. It's
amazing how a simple little thought can break a man down. Call me
an idealistic bastard, but she means so much to me. My memories
of her is worth more than that of my own name. Her love for me is
worth more to me than my love for my own life and well-being. All
I want to do is give her my love, make her happy, and to protect her
from the evil in the world because SHE CARES SO DAMN MUCH FOR ME.
I love to hear her laugh. I love to see her smile. I love
to touch her face. I love that little song she sings for me as I
hold her in my arms and fall asleep. I love her so much. I
love her too much for my own good, but I love her because she's too
good for a pathetic, weeping, lost child like me. I will show to
her that I'm the best damn choice she's ever made. I will prove
myself as a man, scholar, and man-bi- I mean boyfriend.
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| | Posted 7/8/2007 6:39 PM - 11 views - 1 comments
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