The Goon Squad

The Hardest Part about loving is missing.

I haven’t been around for a while but please listen to me Tumblr. I’ve been  a little busy being in love. I know it’s against the rules but she’s great, you’d love her. This cute little girl with the soul of a buddha and the heart of the Tin-Man (post meeting Oz). She has these bright blue eyes, the best smile, perfectly dyed hair, awesome piercings, meaningful tattoos, model’s legs, a tight little butt and cute handful breasts. Did I mention she loves me more than anyone I’ve ever met? 

The worst part about this so called love is missing the person. I love the beach, and I miss it when I can’t be there. I love music and that’s why forgetting  my headphones is miserable but a human is different. This is someone that I have become one with even though our personalities differ. So when she is gone from me, it’s like a bit of my personality walked up and left me. Even though she’s a little over an hour away from me, it’s irrelevant. Her not being able to kiss me goodnight/good morning or being able to tickle me when I so desperately don’t want to be will be so missed.

The best way to get through this is to love even more, and hopefully that immense feeling will cover any distance barrier and keep me sane.

I am head over heels for this one and so far so good. We’ve hit rough patches, whether outside influence out of our control, or the little bicker here and there but to me that’s what it’s all about. After one of these rough patches was why I said the words I love you.

The reason I am so close to this angel is because of the hell we went through together. 

So for now I will be away from her, but until I see her next no one can stop me from dreaming about her. 

I love you.