My Christmas list this year:
- Ice tea imported from England
- Lifeguards imported from Spain
- Towels imported from Turkey
- Turkey imported from Maine
Communicate: Talk about things, the good and bad. Build trusts. Be honest. Be faithful. Be there for one another. Make time for one another. Leave the past to the past, which include ex’s. Know that having arguments are normal. Know that you won’t always be happy. Don’t expect change. Appreciate the flaws. Appreciate each other. Become best friends. Lastly, love each other unconditionally.
Oh, by the way..
Happy fucking 15 month.
This is just sad.
Like thanks for caring.
Get your priorities in check.
If you don’t shape up, I’ll be gone.
And you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.
You know what else?
I don’t give a SHIT if this offends you. I’ve been waiting all day for you. Six hours have gone by, and not even a TEXT.
I don’t care if you “weren’t driving my car” and it was “parked at Marshall’s all day” you still had my car all day.
Six hours and not even a text? And then you expect me to get up in the morning and take your ass to work after you’ve been so inconsiderate.
God damn it. You take my love for granted and I’m sick of it.
I’m not afraid to leave. I’m not stuck, like you think I am. I can leave whenever I damn well please. I just love you too much to let you go. Wish you felt the same.
Also, this “two-three month break, at least” thing isn’t flying well with me. You’re just trying to get out of commitment because you’re fucking scared.
No one is going to love you as much as I do. No one. Hope you realize that sometime soon.
I just want respect, is that too much to ask for? If not from a girlfriend point of view— a best friend point of view. Hell, even a ROOMMATE point of view. I just want respect.
I don’t care if this offends you, because you really showed your true colors tonight. You really showed how much you care. Thanks for that. Means a lot.
Good fucking night.