14th..

I love you and I know that you love me back. But our “love” just doesn’t stoop up to the level like how I want it to stoop up. I imagine so many things doing with you. When I doze off, or just close my eyes and think about us. I can’t control what my heart and mind wants. It wants you and it keeps showing me what could happen. I want to be with you so bad. I want us to ride in your car, hold hands, but it’ll probably hard because you drive a stick shift. I want to kiss you a lot, even more than kissing you on the cheeks. I love holding you when you want to feel babied by me. And I love it when you hold me, and sometimes you breathe down my neck, it feels wonderful. What I love the most is when you kiss my neck when you’re hugging me. It feels amazing. You basically send me through a euphoric express. I love you, and I dream of marrying you. I dream of marrying you in front of Sleeping Beauty’s castle in Disneyland and have fireworks when we both say I do and we kiss each other to show the end of a new beginning, and the start of something forever.

The sad part is, we stopped, we stopped being together, for how many months? Valentine’s day would have been our what, 11 months? Gah, that would of felt amazing when you showed up by my house with a dozen roses. But that can’t be. I seriously though about making love with you a lot.. Not sex, making love. There is difference between the two. Well, I wanna end this, because well, I don’t know why. It already ended, might as well just end this blog now..