I can’t begin to describe this girl.  From the day we started talking on msn, I knew I could never live another day without her.  We had chemistry immediately, like I had known her my whole life.  I didn’t really spend much time with her before I left, and I wish I did.  I can honestly say she is the best thing that has ever happened to me.  I told her that everything happens for a reason.  I have a hard time believing that now.  The past year has been mistake after mistake.  Once I fuck something up, it is like a domino effect.  The one thing I fucked up the most is getting a chance to be with her.  She’s too good for me, but she can’t even see it.  She is my motivation to get up every morning now, because I can’t wait to read a message from her the next morning.  If we didn’t talk everyday, I don’t know how or if I could even handle it.  She has no idea what she means to me, and I hope one day I can show her.  I may be “Wearing my heart on my sleeve”, yet again, but I won’t regret the outcome.  No matter which way it goes.  I trust her completely with everything, and that is hard for me to do with anyone.  I love her, and I don’t care what you say. I refuse to let her out of my life, and this guy she chose over me… I have one thing to say to you.  You better keep her happy.  

I was infatuated with a boy in eighth grade. He became infatuated with me in high school. We flirted and he started calling me "btfg." I never knew what it meant. The internet told me "buy the fucking game." Friends suggested "butt-fucking" and "bring the fat girls." We started dating junior year and he finally told me. He said it meant "beautiful girl." Well you see.... I am not beautiful. As our relationship grew, I held onto this concept. I am the antibtfg.

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