I hope I didn't screw up. I hope I didn't screw it this time. Please, it can't be that bad, right?
A good thing came a long, you came along. And what did I do? I failed to appreciate you and instead I pushed you away. I think I might have driven you away, far far away. You have to tell me it isn't so, or I will just roll over and die! Hehe, exage -- but you get my point.
How so silly of me to not like you before because you have always been nice to me, extra nice, actually. There's so many things nice things about you, where do I start? Well you're funny, in a yucky baduy kinda way. But who cares, you make me laugh! You wear eyeglasses, it sure makes you look dorky, me likey! :) I now care about the news, your influence. You're a good influence. I super enjoy our little "adventures" in our very own looney tunes world! I like it when you tease me, and boy do you do that too often, I miss it when you don't.
I like that you like me. I love the fact that you drive me around in your bulok car, even if God knows you're so freakin rich you could afford to buy like a top-of-the-line vavavoom sports car. Your sooo kuripot, I love that about you. But you never are kuripot when it comes to me. You've always given me the best, thank you. I like the person that I am when I'm with you. I'm a happier version of myself with you. You make me happy,
genuinely happy. I've dated soooo many guys in the past and while it's true that they too have made me happy, it's just the kilig kind of happy. But with you, I get the kind of happiness that can only come from contentment. You make me feel secure. And its such a great feeling -- that sense of security. We'll just be in my house talking, watching, eating and already I'm fine with that. No fancy dinners, no smooth talks. Come to think of it, we are boring huh? But we are okay with what we've got. And isn't that what great relationships are all about?
You're probably wondering why all of a sudden I changed my mind about you. Well maybe because I've recently realized all the wonderful things that you did for me. I'm so used to doing things for other people. But you, you do things for me -- you take care of me. You're oh-so caring, did I ever tell that? Of course I didn't, because I've been a bad bad girl. Yet and still you've put up with me, my tantrums, whining and bratinella ways. You're the best! I've always loved to sing, but for some reason I just never do it in front of other people. But with you, when we go karaoke, I'm like "is it my turn yet, is it my turn yet?!" Haha. I guess it's because I feel totally completely comfy around you. That or I don't get shy because your voice is even more pangit than mine! Ha! But of course you wouldn't admit that, would you? Ha ha! You know I like it when we're singing together. Lately, it's like my most favorite thing to do. We make such terrible terrible music together, but what the heck, at least we do it
together. Together. I'd like that. And I like the idea of "us". I could see myself with you, forever. Till death do us part. Of course I didn't see that before. I was stupid and busy flirting with someone else. But it's different now, really. I now know what I've got, when I have you. So please, please don't go away. Let me make it up to you. I'll be way sweeter this time around, pwomise. Just please stay. You have to stay... because I think I like you already.
Fine,
I like you, period. And I'm hoping you still like me too :-(
xxx,
B.
