As I spent the whole weekend with you. I'm glad you didn't kick me to the curb. For some odd reason, I enjoy being at your place better than mine. I think because it's so much brighter than my home even though we are back in your dark "man cave".
It's so funny because I used to dread coming to this place of work but since you live here. I get so happy to come and visit. The truck to come see you isn't so far but it sure is when it's time for work.
You truly are my bestfriend. There isn't too many people who can put up with my bipolar moments, low self-esteem, and my other imperfections and still want to be my friend and hang around me.
It's funny how I can pretty much talk to you about anything but yet still get goosebumps over simple things. We can laugh and play but I get embarrassed when you focus on me or compliment me.
I know you think I just come over to sleep. I'm sorry that your bed like many other people's are better than my own and I ALWAYS get good sleep on it. It literally just calls my name once I walk into your house. If I could, I would get a new mattress but that entitles my landlord to pull up the stairs in my apt.
When I'm away from you, I constantly think about you and wonder what you are doing. Even though I have a pretty good idea, I don't want to miss a move you make. When I'm with you, everything is fine. We can do absolutely nothing and I'm gravy with that. You make me forget about fb, texting, phone calls and everything else. It's great!
It's so weird. I disagree with you alot on so many different points but I don't mind. I have noticed by just being around you, how much I have changed from the "old" me. Things that you do that once annoyed me, doesn't bother me. I do do things that I don't totally agree with but I it's because I like you so much.
I could spend everyday and night with you.
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