In Response To..

I'm sorry that I hurt you. I know I never said it aloud, but I think about it all the time. Sure, I was going through some shit, but that didn't mean I should've treated you the way I did. All you wanted was that I meet your parents, and like some chickenshit spitfuck I did my best to avoid it. I was so...scared. I was scared of myself. I didn't think I wanted to be in love. I didn't think I deserved to happy. I pushed you away, and realized how much I missed you in such little time. The voices I heard in my head practically threw down in an old fisticuffs manor. I'd decided that you were everything I wanted and certainly need. So I agreed, after already breaking your heart. God forgive me. That's when I realized I love you. When you'd still take me, even after the bullshit I'd caused. Then I met your family. Jesus God, your family. You have a beautiful family. Sure, maybe a little dysfunctional, but so is everyone else's. I felt like I belonged. It only added to my admiration of you. Eventually, I completely gave in. "I love you" I eventually said, and it just slipped. I couldn't keep it in. I thought I knew love, but I was wrong. You've become my everything. I think about you all the time. You occupy my mind even as I slumber. Nearly seven months now, and honestly I don't wanna count. We're gonna' be at this a while, baby. Perhaps even to a number we can't count to. Again, I'm sorry about the damage I did before we began this great journey. I just hope that in time, when I present to you the ultimate gift, we can forget about it. I love you so much.