Warning, my english sucks. But I'll do my best. (If you notice any mistake please tell me)
Ops. I think I'm in love with him. Madly in love with him, actually. Shit.
What I'm supposed to do? I really don't know. Sometimes I think it's something that I can't deal with. And, the worst part? the distance.
I'm always waiting for him. I love him and I don't mind if I have to wait. But sometimes I wish I could go to sleep with him on Monday. But no! I can't. Why? Because he is never at home on Mondays. And like this stupid thing I regret a millon else.
I just want to scream out loud. I'm freaking out. And it gets worst when I feel I'm just talking. I mean, I talk, I talk, I talk, I talk, but noone is really listening to me. That fuck me up.
Is a headache to think about it, or think if the relationship is really working out or it's a whim. Sometimes I wonder if I should break up with him. And then I continue thinking and I realise that even when the distace makes love sucks, it's fine. I mean, he's the best part of me. Or if he's not, he makes me find it inside myself.
Because of him I have made a lot of good changes in my life. About studies, work and my way to see the things. Love makes me bigger. I discovered another face of me. I saw myself as a girlfriend, a lover, a whore (come on girls, we all have a soul of a whore in bed) , a confident. And I really like it.
I'm not with him for me. And neither for him. We are together for us.
Damn. The last one? Love makes me a sweetheart.