I'm getting a little ahead of myself in the list of confessions, but it's something about you. I can't quite understand it, nor do I know if it is for me to understand. It's just that 1 thing...
You...
*get on my nerves...
*are just as spoiled as me...
*always have to have your way...
*always have to have the last word...
*always swear you are so fly...
*scare me when you drive...
*are so stubborn at times...
You...
*get on my nerves, just so I can pick a fight with you, so we can "make up"...
*are just as spoiled as me, so you understand my way of thinking...
*always have to have your way, cause you help me see more than one point of veiw...
*always have to have the last word, and it's always how much you love me...
*always swear you're so fly, but you are, and I love it...
*scare me when you drive, but I trust you with my life...
*are so stubborn at times, because you expect nothing but the best from me...
"YOU" said it best, I adore your strengths, but I love your weakness. Cause it's in the times I want to be upset with you, the times I want to fuss with you, it's when I realize I love you the most. Everything about you, from top to bottom is so soulful. So much of me is you. So much of you is me. It's bad enough I can't stay mad at you longer than 20 minutes, but being mad at you is like being mad at myself. Because all is forgiven in the softness in your voice even before we embrace, and it is all forgotten once my lips touch your forehead as we hold one another. So today you get to have the last word...
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