Aghh. I miss Alex, even when he's here.

I have this theory, right?
It's about love.

Being in love is one thing.
It doesn't last forever, and for me,
it didn't last even that long..

Being in love is when you love a person so much that you want to spend the rest of your life with them.
You get butterflies at the sound of their voice,
and you blush all the time, and they know all your weakspots, and you see your future with them.
Everything is so perfect.

Then you fall out of love, but you still love that person.
After being in love, you KNOW that you will spend your life with that person
You always have butterflies, because they make you happier than you've ever been.
You don't blush anymore, because you're comfortable around them,
but the compliments they give you, or the random kisses,
make you just as nervous as before.
You don't see your future, you have your future.
Nothing is perfect, because there are faults in your relationship.
But in it's own sick, twisted way, it really is the most perfect thing you've ever experienced.

People keep asking me how I could be so stupid and want kids so early,
with my Alex.
They say I'm rushing.
But perhaps I'm not rushing!
Maybe you just went too slow.

A poem for my dearest MattyPatty. <3
 

MattyPatty,

On my heart you.. satty.

For you must of,

The love I feel for you is repulsive. (say it likee “of”, it works!)

I think about you night and day,

Ever since you’ve been away.

I miss you,

Even if you aren’t a Jew. (: