He shall, from time to time...
Well, here I am, writing an entry into a journal on a website I, until this point, vehemently declared was full of shipping fangirls and vapid teenagers (I'm well aware these two segments often overlap, but bare with me). I'm not even sure why I'm posting here except to say that I need to express my plethora of newly-discovered feelings to someone and that the concept of an entity that might be reading this and responding but probably not is really comforting in some warped way.
I love Silver. I don't know how else to say it that won't sound like it stepped off the pages of a bad fan fic, but she is everything to me. I've known this girl for six years, and it wasn't until we got back from the airport and I held her in my arms that I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life with her. I mean it. Never before have I been so sure about one thing. We're already about a week into living together and we just... work. Our daily lives have interconnected like perfect little lego pieces. We often find ourselves thinking nearly the exactly same thing at any given moment. It's a if we were meant to be together (And there goes my bad love fic alarm. I'd better reel that one in).
I'm probably gonna have to drop the math class I attended once in the last four weeks because I rationalized myself into a corner and there's no way I can salvage it. I'll try not to worry myself too much about it seeing as how I can pick up another class in Summer B to pick up the slack. I have this semester under control, I really do.
Really.
I used to watch West Wing non-stop whenever I was working on anything, from costumes to essays, and its power had begun to dull on me until now. Silver and I are marathon-ing the show and I'm rediscovering it through her eyes. It's so nice just to sit there with her laying in my lap and watching snarky lawyers be bad men.
I would delve into our physical relationship, which I assure you is a world unto itself, but that 1% chance that someone will actually take the time to get past those first few paragraphs is a bit too high. Maybe I'll tell you guys about it later, when you're older.
I could also go on and on about Silver's lovable little quirks and mannerisms, but it'll probably just anger her and nausiate the rest of you. Just suffice it to say I'll often find myself simply looking at her and smiling for no good goddamned reason.
I just noticed I've begun almost every single one of these paragraphs with "I". Oops, there it goes again.
I love Silver. I don't know how else to say it that won't sound like it stepped off the pages of a bad fan fic, but she is everything to me. I've known this girl for six years, and it wasn't until we got back from the airport and I held her in my arms that I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life with her. I mean it. Never before have I been so sure about one thing. We're already about a week into living together and we just... work. Our daily lives have interconnected like perfect little lego pieces. We often find ourselves thinking nearly the exactly same thing at any given moment. It's a if we were meant to be together (And there goes my bad love fic alarm. I'd better reel that one in).
I'm probably gonna have to drop the math class I attended once in the last four weeks because I rationalized myself into a corner and there's no way I can salvage it. I'll try not to worry myself too much about it seeing as how I can pick up another class in Summer B to pick up the slack. I have this semester under control, I really do.
Really.
I used to watch West Wing non-stop whenever I was working on anything, from costumes to essays, and its power had begun to dull on me until now. Silver and I are marathon-ing the show and I'm rediscovering it through her eyes. It's so nice just to sit there with her laying in my lap and watching snarky lawyers be bad men.
I would delve into our physical relationship, which I assure you is a world unto itself, but that 1% chance that someone will actually take the time to get past those first few paragraphs is a bit too high. Maybe I'll tell you guys about it later, when you're older.
I could also go on and on about Silver's lovable little quirks and mannerisms, but it'll probably just anger her and nausiate the rest of you. Just suffice it to say I'll often find myself simply looking at her and smiling for no good goddamned reason.
I just noticed I've begun almost every single one of these paragraphs with "I". Oops, there it goes again.