I’ve been through worst, and things will get better. It’ll take time and endurance, but the outcome of this struggle will be great.
Why am I still trying…
Back in the day, I would think I was top notch. I dated people left and right, and I broke hearts. I was immature, and I didn’t care about what I did to people. Then there was this one person, different from everybody else, they were something magnificent. They were smart, had a job, drove, and actually care about what I had to say. After a couple dates, we realized that we really liked each other. Unfortunately, I was an idiot and I messed everything up.
To this day I regret what I did, and I realize that while you’re doing what you’re doing, some other people won’t be there to wait for you to grow up. People aren’t going to wait for you to change, and when you actually want a future, they won’t be there.
It’s not a fling, it’s the real thing. When you try so hard to keep things afloat. When you don’t walk away from problems. When you realize that one persons love is better than many others. Don’t let that one person get away, the one who you can have a real future with, somebody you can count on. Weeks and days are nothing when you’re looking at the bigger picture. Love is about constant work, and not giving up on the investment.
I’m just feeling so horrible right now. The overwhelming feeling of jealousy, and it’s not even justified. I just feel so weak and needy. I just want to be together again, and be happy. I just want to see your face again, make you laugh, and just hold your hands. It can’t, it shouldn’t be like this. This isn’t right.
I’m not perfect. In fact, I have many flaws that you’ll most definitely get annoyed of. Just know that I always have, and will care about you. No matter how lonely or busy things get, I’ll always be there to talk to you.
Call me on my bullshit. Tell me when I’m being a jackass or if I’m doing something wrong. Hurt my self-esteem and my pride, so that I can build myself up the correct way. I’m human, I have flaws, and I’m counting on you to be patient with me as I turn those flaws into perfections.
When I’m tired, I’m a mess. I act as if I’m drunk, so if I act crazy or weird, that’s because I’m tired and I’m in need of rest. I’ll never be too busy to talk to you at night. Even just for seconds, hearing your voice for at least a second will make my day better, no matter what.
I’m lazy, and I love to eat. You can count on me to take you out, and feed you. I’m not going to spoil or baby you, but I will take care of you in needful times. Once in a while, I’ll cater to you, and make you feel like royalty; I especially love giving hot oil massages.
We may fight and bicker, but it keeps the passion burning hot. It’s a relationship, and it won’t be easy, so just remember that every fight will turn into a compromise, which will build our relationship up to great lengths. I’ll never walk away, I’ve never really given up on a relationship before, and I won’t start with you. I may have doubts, but what relationship doesn’t?
Promise me, regardless of how we’re feeling, that you’ll talk to me if you have doubts, troubles, or if you’re just feeling down. I’m not forcing you to open up to me, but I am just asking you to come to me if you need me. Promise me, you won’t force me to open up, and the ways I vent are for personal reasons, so please understand. I just need time to open up, and it will take a while.
Things will get hard, we will fight, we won’t be the perfect couple, and we will have doubts. Just remember, if I wanted to be with somebody else, I would be with somebody else. Promise me that one day, we’ll fall in love.
—Robin Oh
I just want to be with you again. Your smells surround my nose, your face embedded in my brain, and your touch lingering on my skin; I just feel your presence, and I feel as if you’re a dream so close to being real. I lay in bed and I think if it was real or not, and I feel as if something in my life is missing, as if something isn’t right.
The gentle touch of your fingers intertwined in mine, the fragrance of your cologne, your heartbeat again my ears, and listening to you breathe; it’s all something I’m grasping on so tightly, but it’s slowly making me insane.
So I bought two Michael Kors watches. Aren’t they sexy?
It’s night like this where I miss you. I just think about you, and everything comes rushing back. I know that I need to, have to, get over it all, but it doesn’t mean I can so easily. Most of the time I’m fine and okay, but whenever you pop up in my mind, it sucker punches me in the face and leaves a bruise for a little.
I miss you. I just can’t get over the fact that perhaps the last time I saw you might be the last time I see you, ever. I just wish I could hold your hand again, kiss your cheeks, look into your eyes, and just spend quality time with you again.
It’s not the same without you, but why would it be? Perhaps you’ve gotten over me, and you’re a lot better off doing your own thing, but I just can’t fully let go of you. I wish, sometimes, God would give me a sign that you think all of this, too.
Hey, I just fucked you,
and this is crazy,
so delete my number,
and keep the baby.
I want to look cute with somebody. Play video games with a significant other, and be a power couple.
So hai.