When people started telling me recently that I needed to write in here again, I was hesitant to say the least, because lately, I’ve been far too happy with the way my life was going to even try and think of something to ramble on about on here. Even when my girlfriend told me to write on here, I was looking for excuses not to because I didn’t want to have a whole post dedicated to how happy she’s made me. The real shocker was her telling me she wanted that, because she likes to be able to save stuff like this to keep, because in all honesty, she’s not a fan of ‘being sloppy’ as she so profoundly puts it.
Well, after she said that, I found some motivation. For anyone else other than Danni, you’re probably gonna want to get the insults ready, because this is just gonna seem like some love-sick fat cunt babbling on about how good he feels, and it may even make you feel slightly queezy so you may want to get a bucket ready. So, if you’re still reading this, you can’t say I didn’t warn you before you carried on ready. So, now we’ve dispensed with the disclaimer, here’s an open letter to my girlfriend:
Danni,
An extremely smart and very dear friend once told me that you have to tell people how you feel about them now, because eventually you wont be around anymore to do it and there’s no sense in regretting things because we only live once. Unfortunately, I can’t say it was these words that made me tell you how I felt in the first place, but instead the words of a slightly less intelligent but equally dear friend telling me I’d be “fucking stupid” not to…
I’ve always guarded my self from letting anybody get close to me because when you’ve been hurt once you never want it to happen again. But this isn’t why I was afraid to tell you in the first place, but more the fear of being laughed at by someone who’s so blatantly out of my fucking league. I couldn’t see why anyone as amazing as you would ever even look at me twice, never mind fall in love with me. When we were all in Jay’s bedroom, and I was tickling your fingers, pretending I was just trying to annoy you because you were falling asleep, I was praying that you’d realise what I was really trying to do. I couldn’t bring my self to build up the courage just to try and hold your hand. I couldn’t breath properly, my heart was skipping beats, I was so unbelievably nervous and I felt like a complete fucking idiot. Fortunately for me, I didn’t need to grab your hand, because you grabbed mine first…
That night when we went back to mine, and we were vedging out on the sofa downstairs under the duvet watching Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, holding hands, and you started to cry…I felt so fucking helpless! I didn’t have a clue what to do, and for once it wasn’t just because I’m a guy confronted by a crying girl, but because here I was, me, cuddling up with the most amazing girl I’ve ever met and she’s crying because of what a guy had done to her. I wanted the ground to just open up and swallow me because I felt like a total scumbag falling for you know full well what your ex had done to you and it being so soon after you’d found out. When you finally went to bed that night, I was in the other room on the sofa bed staring at the ceiling for ages, doing nothing but smiling. But inside, my head was in two…
On the one hand, surely you wouldn’t hold hands and cuddle with someone under a duvet and not actually like them right? But on the other hand, what if this was just because someone was showing you attention after you’d been treat so comepletely shit by your ex. I remember texting you the night after, saying how I wanted to kiss you that night but was too nervous that you’d get scared or even worse repulsed…
That Friday, I went round to yours. We were watching DVD’s in your bedroom, cuddling up and all I could think was take it slow Wasley, you can’t rush this or she’ll fun a fuckin mile. We were going round to Jacqui’s that night, and I remember sitting on the edge of your bed, watching you getting ready to go, and something just clicked in my head, as if someone was stood next to me whispering in my ear “Kiss her you thick twat!”. Not very romantic I know, but that’s how it was. I’m glad I listened, because when I did kiss you, it was the moment I knew I wasn’t reading into it wrong anymore. There was just something there, and for once I wasn’t imagining it!
Round at Jacqui’s, you were both picking on me because I couldn’t drink JD anymore. I got completely ratted after that, just to prove I wasn’t a sissy haha. I had to leave quite early, because the last bus was like, half 10, so I made my way round to my mates, where I continued to drink JD lol. You’d gone round to Ellie’s to a party, probably about as pissed as I was, but we were texting each other all night [in between all the times Jacqui was making me phone her haha , but I didn't care because she was doing me a favour really...] I was in the back of Kevin’s car on my way home and I sent you a text saying something like “It’s probably too soon to think about getting together right?” and I’ll admit, I never thought in a million years that I’d get the answer I did: “I actually don’t think it is xxx” [yes, I have got several texts saved in a folder on my phone haha, I am that sad lol].
I text you back saying I’d phone you when I got in, and then it actually hit me what I ha to do. I had to ask you out! I was bricking it and I only had three fags left…When I got home, I went round the back of the house for a fag to try and calm my self down before making a call that I was happy to make but dreading at the same time. I finished my fag, and I couldn’t put it off any longer so I made the call…which rang, and rang, and rang and eventually went to voicemail…typical haha. I’d built up the courage to phone you then got no answer lol. You text me back, and the message probably had the word sorry more than all the other words in it combined lol , so I had another fag and phoned you again. Five minutes later, I was no longer single and my face hurt from smiling so much. I then had to phone Jacqui again and get squeeled at down the phone because she was happy for us lol…
Since that day, I’ve been living on cloud nine! I feel like the luckiest guy in the world, and it only gets better with each day I spend with you. I’m a better person for just knowing you, nevermind getting to call you mine. I’ve never felt truly comfortable in my own skin until now, but for some reason, I feel completely and utterly safe being myself around you. You might be slightly insane, and you’re deffinately more of a hell raiser than I am, but my life is without a shadow of a doubt, a billion times better for having you in it. When I’ve not seen you for a day or two, it feels like a life time and when even when I have spent days at a time with you, the minute you’re gone I’m missing you within minutes. All those fears I used to have about letting people get close to me, about getting hurt, they’re all completely dead and gone, and that’s because of you. Jay and Jacqui both call me whipped, and truth be told, I probably am…but I honestly don’t care because there’s not one piece of me that wouldn’t do anything for you if I thought it would make you happy. I can honestly say, without any apprehension what so ever, that I am completely head over heels in love with you and I hope, no I fuckin’ pray that that will never, ever change!
I love you giggles, with everything I have to give =]
Wasley x
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So, there we have it. I did warn you that it would be a bit of a cheese fest didn’t I…but, if you actually got all the way through without wanting to a) kick the shit out of me or 2) vomit, I applaud your efforts.
Anywho, that’s all I’ve got right now so remember, be excellent to each other
x
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