Me and my boyfriend have been together for two years now. 8 of april. And it feels amazing.
I have to punch myself sometimes, in the face, so i know im not dreaming.
He is the best thing ever happend to me and he helped me so much. To become a better person
and stop using bad stuff to escape from reality.
Im dreaming about living together and have a fish, or maby two, three, fore.
And have our clothes in the same closet. And wake up with him everyday. Drinking morning coffee.
I feel so gay. Yet im not. Haha. And i know my english grama sucks. My english teacher told me so.
But i dont care as long as you understand me and my love for my boyfriend.
Thats all i have to say about that.
(i guess sometimes there isnt enough rocks - forrest gump)