Happy late one-month anniversary, happy new year’s eve, and here’s to our 2012 together.
Talking to you about poop that one day was probably the best decision I’ve ever made. That doesn’t sound weird. I don’t know what made me talk to you, maybe it’s because I figured you were easy to talk to. I don’t know how I’d know that, either. I’ll never be able to explain it. I’m just glad I did it. Because without it, I wouldn’t be this happy right now.
You. I’m really bad at stuff like this. I figured that out 10 minutes ago since it’s taking me so long to write this.
But I’m happy. Probably more so than I’ve ever been in my life. And I know that’s saying a lot, but really now. I don’t think anything else actually compares to this.
I don’t know if I always show it, but I really, really love you so much. You make me smile and laugh whenever you talk to me, and I love every minute I spend with you, even if its just sitting on Spype doing nothing. I love the way you make me feel, even though I get embarrassed and trolled and op butterflies. How dorky, understanding, thoughtful, kind, attractive, loving, sweet, funny, and amazing you are, I love it all. (Oh, and, let’s not forget your cuteness overloads…because those are the best parts)
And more than anything, I hope you feel better. I actually cried a bit when you told me your grandpa died (I didn’t. Just say that.) If there’s anything I can do to make you feel better, lemme know. I’m always here, and I’m always listening.
I love you, Frank. Happy New Year. (: <3