With love, comes hurt.
With hurt come strength.
With strength comes developing myself.
You have to be optimistic about it all.
- I try to be.
But, i've hurt you, you've hurt me.
Big deal?
W/o it.. we could never really aprreciate what we have together. it makes us closer.
You? Of ALL people? .. Treat me horribly?
Well, if that's the case.. then i need to relook the word.
You make me happy, and msile, and laugh.
You give me strength & hope, & faith.
My cheeks are ALWAYS the slightest blur of red.
- & my heart beats just a bit faster.
You respect me.
You respect the boundaries that exsist.
You respect who i am, & who you are as a person.
You understand.
You do NOT treat me horribly.
You're my dream guy.
-H.
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