Alright! Let’s get this whirlwind on the open road, shall we?
Okay, so I had a minor setback in my 28-month relationship. Or did I? Let’s back up for a minute.
You come to me and complain about the so very extremely few times we fucked made love. Is that it? No, that can’t be it, because according to yourself, that’s not all that matters. Is it because I’m too “lazy” to get off my butt and go to your place? No, I’m still pretty sure it’s not because of that either.
So… if it’s not because of the little sexual intercourse we’ve had, and if it’s not because of me being a “lazy-ass creep”, then what the fuck is it about, huh? Is it because I’m so goddamn fucking cute to you that you feel like a 10-year-old girl? You wanna feel like a real woman, don’t you? Well, in case you forgot, you’re about to turn 19. NINETEEN. You’re no grown-up. I’m 25 and I never think of myself as a grown-up, so go figure. I can give you an “adult relationship” though, if that’s what you really want. I’m determined to do my best to meet your every need and make you feel the best I can. No one else is gonna do it, this I know for a fact. I’m your guy. Here are a few highlights:
I love you more than I’ve ever loved “her”, and that says a lot, doesn’t it? I’m supportive, gentle, considerate of your feelings, I don’t keep any secrets from you, and to cap it all, I’m 110% faithful to you.
So, all things considered… are we really gonna let this relationship go down the drain just because of a minor setback? I just can’t picture my life without you, it would be too fucking sad (I know that for a fact as well).
So what’s it gonna be? Are we gonna fight together as one or are we gonna let this die?
God, I hope it’s the first one.
