Originally Posted by
TheNihilarian
Well, to start off, thanks for caring.
I know I don't know everything, if I did, then I'd know why this is so god damned hard, haha!
Mr.Baggage is, believe it or not, 17. Yep, such an age to be carrying a fleet of cargo planes in baggage.
I've known him for about six months, which sounds like very little, but my parents got married in seven.
I feel like I've known him forever, which is cliche, but true.
Jeez, I don't even remember how we met, we just... did. And then we were friends.
No sex. I'm a dreadfully naive virgin. Oh the sarcasm, it drips. But only about the naivete. I'm too pessimistic to be naive.
I do have parents, both of them, but they're having a hard time as is, and I don't want to bother them about my love life when they've got their own problems. Plus, I'm a rather paranoid, private person.
I love that he stays up at night with me, and reads me children's books when I can't sleep. I love how he's humble, and sweet, and doesn't know how friggin' fantastic he is. I love how he has a reason for everything he says, and he tries to understand my mad ramblings. I love how he's there. I love how he's the kindest guy I know, and would play tag with some kids he doesn't know, even when he could be doing something better. I love how he loves David Bowie, and how he says sweet dreams every night before I go to bed.
He's just... been alive. I feel emotionally conflicted because I'm, atypically, emotionally distant. I've only ever had messy relationships, so, in my mind relationships = pain, thus why I'm freaking out. Because he may not be perfect, but he's perfect for me. And I don't want to screw that up by being a stupid kid.
Because, you know, I am a stupid kid, but I don't want this to be something I screw up.
Because he feels the same, sans insecurities and girlish tears.
You know?