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You are my first thought in the morning, and I wish hard that I could sleep beside you every night. I die a little more inside whenever I don’t get to see you and I fly of my hinges when I’m away from you for the stupidest reasons. When I’m not talking to you, texting you and holding you, I think about you- a lot. And by a lot i mean you-fill-up-every possible space inside my mind-24/7 kind of a lot. Holding your hand is like a cult and a kiss and a hug is a prerequisite comparable to breakfast to keep me sunshiny the entire day. That two month period you were gone was like a prison sentence and not once did I crack a smile I kid you not. Nothing mattered to me when you were gone and I admit that for the first time in my life, I’m being very, very, Very needy. We fight a lot whenever you’re going to attend to your parents or you’ll be away for long stretches and I know it’s selfish of me but we often argue due to the fact that I wish I could keep you with me, all the time because if I can’t then it would be another unbearable day.

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I don’t know if anyone has ever asked you this but… Can you give me front row seats and a backstage pass to the rest of your life?

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My first kiss with him was extraordinarily movie-esque.

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It was special. After confessing to each other our real feelings while sitting face to face in the dark, him on the other bed and I in the bunk below mine, he asked me if he could just hold my hand.

When I gave him both my hands to hold, with our foreheads touching, laughing at some private joke we shared, it happened. We kissed. We met halfway. It was unthinkable. No preludes, no permissions to ask, no nothing. It just happened. And it was the most beautiful thing.

Whenever I think about that first kiss, I know, I just know that there is nothing to regret about us.

I love you. Do you know why? I love you Because you love me, really love me. I love you not only for the hugs, the kisses, and holding hands. I love you way beyond make-outs, affection and sweet nothings you give me. Because you were the one who stuck out the problems with me, who stuck with me despite all my short comings. Because you love me for reasons way past high school. Because you actually want to have a family with me, and the fact that I actually see a future with you makes it all the better. No flair. No lies. Just this: I love you, yes. But I love you so much more than the mush-crap that the world tells us what love is.
Doy: Do you know why I love you so much?
Nachi: Ok baby, why?
Doy: Because you love me, really love me. We've been together for only four months but you love me way beyond what I make you feel. You love me not only for the hugs, the kisses, and holding hands. Because you were the one who stuck out the problems with me, who stuck with me despite all my short comings. Because you love me beyond the normal concept of what love is.