How does one explain feelings. With big long words that describe what specific meanings of the words of emotions are? In the end it’s still just words. I wish she could be there. Inside of my head. Every time I see her or talk to her or am thinking about her I wish she was right there in my head. Because that’s the only way that she would ever understand how I feel about her. How happy she makes me. How grateful I am to have her specifically in my life. Its hard to show something like that. You can say all of the “I love you” in the world and it still wouldn’t show them how you feel. It only reassures them. She is so good to me. She cares about me as a person. She wants me to do good. She doesn’t give up on me. She is there in my time of need probabilities than I am there for hers. Even in my worst months of hardship with struggling with my jobs and barely making rent and not being able to afford to give her the things she wants or take her to the places she wants. I feel so useless and low at times. Where in the past I was always the one who would take them out on the dates buy them gifts and be that person and.pay for it all. And here I am now at the point of my life where that is the toughest thing to do. Things always get better. And I just can not wait until the day I am stable. Stable enough to be the man. Stable enough to support my woman. Not the other way around. And that day will come soon I know it. They were with me when I was at my best, when I was sable and then they left. But not you. Your with me at the worst unstable part of my life I’ve ever had and your staying. That shows me that you actually care. That you actually love me. And know that I actually love you. So much. Here’s to the rest of our lives.
I wish I could give you everything you’ve ever wanted. I wish I could be everything you’ve ever wanted. I wish I could be perfect for you. The reality is, no matter what no 2 people can be together and have absolute perfectness. That’s not how the world or life works. We have have our own problems. You and I have our own problems. Granted we have way less than like every other couple in the world we still have them though. And that’s okay with me. Because if we didn’t, if for some unearthly reason our relationship was absolutely perfect. Then I would know it wasn’t real. I know we are real because of our problems alone and together. And there is nothing wrong with that at all. I’m perfectly okay with that. It lets me know that we are real, as a whole and alone. Challenges never stop coming in life. We have to overcome them until the day we die. And that’s life. The thing is no matter who people are with there is always going to be something wrong. I love you and I choose to have and be with you and only you problems and all. I’m not saying this in a negative way what so ever. Its a positive and gold thing. I have problems to. It happens. I love us, I love our pros and our cons. I love are good days and our bad. I love our laughs and our sad. I love our fluent flow we have with each other and our arguments that rarely happen. I love our excitement we have, and our goals we have. I love our future plans and our past memories. I love us when we’re US and US when we’re separate. I wouldn’t trade, choose, pick, wish, or want anything but us. And that’s that. And I’m sorry if I haven’t shown it like I should have. I love us. I love you.