Hello!

Oh my, it's been a while since a long, in depth blog.
Will you get one from me tonight? Most likely not.

But anywho, I feel like typing up' a story. So here goes!

About a year ago, I met this boy.
I didn't think he'd become anyone special, in my eyes, he was this attractive guy, this party animal, this flirtatious little man whore, who probably dated and dated and clubbed, and clubbed, and moved on and on.

I was wrong.

No no, instead, he was this guy who always walked my way. Always started some conversation with me. Always called me fat, and ugly, and sleep deprived, the laziest bum in the world. He was a guy who would wait, and smile when I asked him for a ride home, the guy who said I drank pepsi, when all the cool kids drank alcohol, the guy who hardly ever went clubbing, and didn't care much about it. The guy who cknew we weren't supposed to be, but didn't care.
No, Oh no, he did not care. He chased after me.

I rejected him so many times. In the back of my mind I always thought, "Is he just playing around? No no, we're just friends. This is probably how he treats his friends."

And then one night, on a secluded hill, he pulled me into his arms, to watch the view with him, slow dance with no music on, hike to find squirrels and deer! Until finally, he whispered, "I Like You."

Of course, I blinked, I stepped away. I wasn't feeling butterflies, more like "OH NO, YOU ARE NOT PLAYING ME. I WILL NOT FALL FOR SOME ACT TO GET SOME ACTION."

And he continued to pursue me, to confuse me, to make me wonder, "Is this really happening?"

It's been one year since we've gotten together.
Things haven't really changed between us, I am still, the ugliest, fattest, laziest girl in his world. <+3