Jun. 5th, 2005
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Jun. 5th, 2005 03:04 pmDear Avery,
I love you.
so much. you're everything to me--not in a silly B-movie way, but where it actually hurts. You're the air i breath and the cigarettes i smoke and you're the disease it will probably give me. you're my nightmares. you're my world and it's pathetic because without a world i'd fall into nothing. you're my country and my religion; i'd fight for you, i'd die for you.
i want to be your everything as well. i want to be the last thing you see at night and the first thing you see in the morning.
i want to know everything about you. I want to know what you like the best and what color your eyes are when you're angry.
i want you.
i want to have you always to touch and to talk to. i want you to come to me when you're scared and i want you to be upset when i talk to attractive boys. i want to carry your books and walk you to class and i want sometimes to skip class with you to learn completely different things. i want to spend christmas with you and i want to spend the rest of my life with you and i want to buy you a puppy when you get upset i don't want children. i want to see you every day for the rest of my life and i know i sound horribly like a stalker.
it's all true, though. and maybe i am a stalker. but maybe that's what love is, because stalking is only following and i'll follow you anywhere.
i love you.
forever,
jack
Happy one year anniversary, puppy. Come downstairs.
I have a surprise for you.
I love you.
so much. you're everything to me--not in a silly B-movie way, but where it actually hurts. You're the air i breath and the cigarettes i smoke and you're the disease it will probably give me. you're my nightmares. you're my world and it's pathetic because without a world i'd fall into nothing. you're my country and my religion; i'd fight for you, i'd die for you.
i want to be your everything as well. i want to be the last thing you see at night and the first thing you see in the morning.
i want to know everything about you. I want to know what you like the best and what color your eyes are when you're angry.
i want you.
i want to have you always to touch and to talk to. i want you to come to me when you're scared and i want you to be upset when i talk to attractive boys. i want to carry your books and walk you to class and i want sometimes to skip class with you to learn completely different things. i want to spend christmas with you and i want to spend the rest of my life with you and i want to buy you a puppy when you get upset i don't want children. i want to see you every day for the rest of my life and i know i sound horribly like a stalker.
it's all true, though. and maybe i am a stalker. but maybe that's what love is, because stalking is only following and i'll follow you anywhere.
i love you.
forever,
jack
Happy one year anniversary, puppy. Come downstairs.
I have a surprise for you.