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And ultimately, they find out everything: How you chew, how you sip, how you hum, how you dance. How you smell at every point in the day, how you are on the phone with your mother, the fact that many of your friends are shallow, that you always have to sit on the aisle, how you never really listen, how whiny you get when you travel, how you’re not gracious to her friends when they call, how certain game shows make you really really happy, how cranky you get because you’re too stupid to remember to eat, how you manage to get confrontational only when it’s with the absolute wrong person to be yelling at, how you don’t like the way you look in any picture you’ve taken since 1993, how you’re unable to get off the phone when you’re running late because you don’t have the ability to say, “This isn’t a good time; can I call you back?” How you have to lick certain fruits before actually eating them, how you have no ability to save receipts - all these things, and they still want to sign on. They still like you.
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Happy anniversery baby. 13 months today, I’m still loving you.
You’re the apple of my eye.
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I love you for your intelligence, your sensitivity, your courage. I love you wholly and unconditionally without reservation. I love you enough to take risks. I love you enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love you enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make you happy back.
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I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to move on when the one you love walks away from you. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.
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into my life I didn’t realize you’d taken a seat in my life. You frequented my heart so often but I didn’t realize that you’d slowly started to take a seat in the front row. Why didn’t you just speak out and let me know you were there instead of waiting so patiently for me to recognize you? It took me too long; as softly as you came, you left. I let you leave. I WATCHED you leave to be exact. I hope it wasn’t nearly as hard for you as it was for me. I hope you don’t think of me even half as much as I still think of you.
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A Post Entitled I love loving you.
The initial feelings associated with love were almost like an ocean wave in their intensity, acting as the magnetic force that drew two people together. IT was possible to be washed away in the emotion, but the wave wouldn’t last forever. It couldn’t – nor was it meant to be – but if two people were right for each other, a truer kind of love could last forever in its wake. In the end, it’s worked out because we both want it to. As long as you two have that, you’ll be able to make it through anything.
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whats up?? got class soon i need to leave for it.. i changed my room around i no longer have a rooooomate, ohwell lifes a bitch get over it fucker..i have too so why shouldnt you?.. uhh i need to tan im kind of hungry but i dont have time to eat now cause ive been busy busy busy. i love you.. i do..
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Shawtyy you my everything, you all i ever wanted.
So i’m in love, and well the only person who reads my tumblr is her, hey babbby. ;) but she is wow, i could go on and on, so i might. Her blue eyes make me tingle, and her dimples well they’re on a whole other level, seriously the girls gorgeous and she knows it, but she’s mine. Yeahhhhh i’m proud to call her mine. She.. completes me, in all aspects of life, every song i hear it some how relates to her, everywhere i go, weve been there, everything i do i see her doing it with me someday, everything brings me back to her, shes always where i wanna be, shes thinking the same thing i am and usually says it before me, she knows me better then i know myself, she’s the answer to my prayers, and its like things i cared about before that if i was with someone else would get on my nerves bad, like she eats off my plate, and i love it, she makes weird faces and noises and laughs at herself but its the best laugh to me, i love her laugh, she changes my radio and i cant argue with her because shes so fucking cute she always wins and is 99 percent of the time right and even if its not i still let her be right, id rather fight with her then make love with anyone in the world because at the end of the day i know for a fact she’s gonna be right by my side, weither im happy or sad if im sad shes gonna be holding up my face and whiping away the tears as they roll of my cheeks, this is what love is and if its not its the closest i’ll ever be to finding it. she’s the one..she’s all i ever wanted, all i ever needed, i kinda think i like her, i kinda think i do.. If every word i said could make you laugh, i’d talk forever. i loooooveeee you.
