Are you serious? I get so upset when you start to think all these kinds of things about yourself. You aren't selfish. Do you know why I know that? Not only did you buy me a GRIP of nice things for my birthday because it goes WAY beyond that. You gave me something that most people only dream of having: genuine love. You gave me the time of day to hear me when I turn into a girl. You gave me your love. You gave me your trust. You confided in me your deepest secret. And for ALL OF THAT I am thankful.
You're not condescending. You know how I know that? Because EVERY SINGLE TIME I lose my head, or start to worry about too many things, you always seem to say the right things to lift me up. You say all the right things to get me out of the stupid rut I get myself stuck in.
Just having to list the rest of the stuff and give you reasons as to why you AREN'T that stuff takes too long, and you already know.
But the one thing that gets me SO UPSET is when you say you're ugly. THE HELL YOU AREN'T! I don't like ugly girls. I'll admit that there were times earlier in my life where I liked ugly girls because I was desperate, but you see. You're not ugly. And I am DAMN WELL BLESSED to be loved by such a beauty.
I'll admit that sometimes we both lose our cool. That we can get testy, but I love you so much. I'm willing to work through it every time. Our ups and downs mean nothing if we aren't together. I love you, Rachelle Ann. I'm begging you. Please see that. And NEVER forget that.
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Selfish. Condescending. Proud. Cruel. Spiteful. Angry. Critical. Judgemental. Impatient. Callous. Ugly.
I don't blame you.
I wouldn't want me either.
Are you serious? I get so upset when you start to think all these kinds of things about yourself.
You aren't selfish. Do you know why I know that? Not only did you buy me a GRIP of nice things for my birthday because it goes WAY beyond that. You gave me something that most people only dream of having: genuine love. You gave me the time of day to hear me when I turn into a girl. You gave me your love. You gave me your trust. You confided in me your deepest secret. And for ALL OF THAT I am thankful.
You're not condescending. You know how I know that? Because EVERY SINGLE TIME I lose my head, or start to worry about too many things, you always seem to say the right things to lift me up. You say all the right things to get me out of the stupid rut I get myself stuck in.
Just having to list the rest of the stuff and give you reasons as to why you AREN'T that stuff takes too long, and you already know.
But the one thing that gets me SO UPSET is when you say you're ugly. THE HELL YOU AREN'T! I don't like ugly girls. I'll admit that there were times earlier in my life where I liked ugly girls because I was desperate, but you see. You're not ugly. And I am DAMN WELL BLESSED to be loved by such a beauty.
I'll admit that sometimes we both lose our cool. That we can get testy, but I love you so much. I'm willing to work through it every time. Our ups and downs mean nothing if we aren't together. I love you, Rachelle Ann. I'm begging you. Please see that. And NEVER forget that.
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