#dust10

First off, Happy 7monthsary! I love you, fatass. You mean so much to me, and I'm so proud to be able to call you my boyfriend because of the challenges and change we had to go through together. From the very beginning I knew it wouldn't be easy to make it work but I'm really glad I stayed or else I wouldn't have found someone like you to exist in my life. Even though you can annoy the shit out of me at the end of the day I wish I were there to punch you in the face personally. HAHA, joking. This distance sucks, it really does. And those nights I always find myself missing you even more, wishing I could be there to take care of you. Make sure you're well fed, well dressed, satisfied and most importantly happy. These months have been the toughest; this year you're graduating, you're worried about your grades and your job, and even with family issues, I know it can be discouraging. But I'm relieved I was there for it all, being able to pick you back up on your feet and smiling for me because you really mean it. It reassures me that I'm that one person you adore and look for in guidance, but what makes me love you the most is that I can do the same thing when life gets rough, I have my boyfriend to keep my hopes up and move forward knowing I'll see you in the future. Speaking about the future. Summer 2013 is the year it's all gonna happen. The year I'll finally be able to fill the spaces between your fingers perfectly, when I'll be able to kiss you on the lips and remember how you taste, when I'll be able to snuggle up with you in some warm sheets playing Cod and eating junk food. We'll go on cute dates, and take a thousand photos and videos with each other and I'm gonna troll the fuck out of you.

Thank you for giving me so many new experiences to remember and replace with the old broken memories I've soon come to forgotten. You make my days so much brighter even during rain, hail or snow. I know you'll always be there no matter the 2,240 mile distance. Oosh. Life's been testing if we could really make this work. And time and time again we've proven all the doubters, non-believers, and home wreckers that we don't need to take their shit cause AIN'T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR DAT. On a more serious note though, you're my hopes, dreams, reality, and you're my boyfriend. You're mine.