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Monday, October 25, 2010
12:11 PM // 5553.)



I'm so, so ridiculously glad that I met you. You make me happier than anybody I've ever known. You can make me smile without even trying, and you make my heart skip a beat just by thinking about you. I can be silly around you, but I can also be serious with you, too. Seeing me cry, or hearing me complain about things that are wrong in my life, doesn't make you care any less. I trust you with everything I have, and I know that you would never take advantage of that. I'm more comfortable around you than I am around some people I've known for years. When I roll out of bed looking like hell and see you standing there, I don't feel like I have to be self-conscious, and when my hair is a mess and I have to pin back my bangs (which is something that I never do) I'll still show my face around you. We can have burping contests, and you don't think it's disgusting. We can brush our teeth together. You can tease me about the way I pronounce 'adult', 'house', and 'box', and I can make fun of you for believing me when Nicole and I convinced you there were 33 days in a Canadian month. I love the fact that your hair always has to be in place, but you'll still point out when I'm fussing over my hair too much. I love that you know that when you kiss my forehead, it melts my heart. I love that when you hug me, I feel like I'm the only person in the world that matters to you. I love that you'll trace secret messages on my back, or tell me things in Spanish knowing there's no way in hell I'll understand what you're saying. I love that you'll still hold my hand, even when it's warm outside and our palms start to get sweaty. I love that you'll sometimes open the car door for me, or not let me clear my own dishes from the table. I love your family-your mom, your dad, your step-parents, your grandparents, your little sister, your dog, and, yes, even Austin. I love that you'll always check to make sure that I'm okay when I hurt myself, even though it tends to happen a lot. I love that, even after we only knew each other for a week, you gave me your favourite hat to remember you by. I love that you wouldn't let me give it back to you when I saw you this weekend. I love that you'll probably read this, and rather than roll your eyes and say something about how cheesy I am, you'll smile and say something equally cheesy in return. I don't know if I believe in 'perfect', but you are just about the closest thing I have ever come to finding it. I'm so glad that I'm able to call you mine.

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