Profession of Love...
I don't know if even writing this will change a damn thing, but I will let be known what is already known. I'm in love with a certain girl. Most of you, if not all, know I love Carolina Stephanie Gattas. In the last few months, she has showed me the value of the word love. She has been there for me in the low points and of course the highs. We together have suffered lows and enjoyed the ultimate highs. She has taken care of me when I have been sick with a cold, or depressed with my inner demons. She has gone out of her way to make me happy. Wether it be buying me food or drink when I don't have the cash, or surprising me with gifts that I didn't even ask for (wicked awesome red sox hat). I know your own parents have objected to you seeing me (especially when your mom tried to set you up with that jerk on the cruise) you stuck with me. From our biggest fights to our best sleepovers, we spend pretty much every waking moment together. Sometimes figuritively, thinking about each other, to literally waking up next to each other. No one has ever treated me this way in my entire life. It all changed when I met you. You treat me like gold. I walk around, and pretty much everything I see, I am, reminded of you. Chatsworth Park to where we shared our first kiss, to seeing every chocolate product known to man, knowing you love chocolate. Little things like scratches on my arm or my back to remind me you were there. Or maybe the little ice cream sticker that I look at every time I get into the my car. Things that I remember about you that shouldnt matter, but they do because IT IS you. Your favorite vitamin water is fruit punch or dragon fruit, you're way into cosmotology stuff like face cleaning, and skin, your favorite band is Mae, you like to wear teals, blues, greens and blacks. Italian and Argentine food is your favorite. Most of the time if not always you get Bday cake remix at Coldstones or Cherry Charger at Jamba Juice, if it's in season, if not, you get the mango one. Right now i'm pretty much rambling, but God damn it, there's alot here I have written to profess how much I love this girl. If livejournal entries prove how much you love someone, then I must have missed the memo. But for me, I prefer expressing my love the old fashioned way in person, not over an online journal. I Love you Steph.