Knowing that you will probably never read this blog is the one thing that is allowing me to speak so freely. For most of my life, I've been living according to someone else's rules and morals. In the last year, I've decided that I'm comfortable enough in myself to be able to venture beyond the world my parents live in. For the most part this has included partying, smoking, drinking... You get the idea. lol. But I've also been dating more, and trying to find someone who I could be myself around. For the most part, I've failed miserably. The guys I've been dating have not been right for me. They've been jerks and losers, going nowhere. And then you came along. You wonderful, amazing, smart, perfect man. You are, without a doubt, the sweetest guy I've ever met. You are extremely smart, and you're in school. You will, when you graduate, have many job opportunities beyond Gringo's. But it's more than you having a good job, or being good to me. You're the one person who makes me feel like I'm not constantly screwing things up. You make me want to be a better person, a person who's not constantly trying to impress the wrong people. But most of all, you make me happy. I haven't been happy like this in a long time. I know it's only been a couple of weeks, but I already feel like we belong together. (Ugh, now I'm REALLY glad you won't read this :P ) I just hope that when you move to Dallas we can keep things together. I don't want to lose you.
