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old things I found rummaging through an old me.

I’m not crazy. I promise I won’t blow up your phone with millions of phone calls or text messages… unless I think you’re dying or I bought a new shirt. I admit I get a little jealous, but I promise the minute we start kissing I’ll drop it. I’ll do whatever I can to make your mom like me. I can’t promise forever but however long you want me; I’m yours. I’ll record your favorite shows on my dvr so when you come over, you don’t have to wait for commercials. I’ll nap next to you, even if my couches are leather &it’s screaming hot. I don’t sing very well, so I’ll play guitar while you play drums on rockband then we can switch at the chorus. however, you have to kill all the spiders… &you have to promise me you’ll tell me when you’re mad. don’t forget our anniversary &I won’t forget what you order from jack in the box when I surprise you with it. if you talk, I’ll listen, and I expect the same in return. I don’t mind driving, just as long as you’re holding my hand. I’m going to tweet about you, bc that’s as close as I’ll get to shouting your name on a mountain top. I promise not to tell anyone if I catch you crying (or w/ something in your eye). and also, I promise I won’t lie.. mostly bc I’m not good at it, however I don’t like doing it either. I want to meet your friends &I’ll try my best to make them like me. when we’re all alone I’ll trace “I love you” on your arm &you better say it back… when you’re ready of course. I promise to support you; clown college or princeton, I’ll hold your rubber nose if I have to. I’ll sing to you when no one’s listening. I’ll leave you voicemails if you don’t pick up &say cutesie things in them and I’ll leave notes on your windshield for you to discover later. I’m not always going to be right, but I will say that I am, and correct me when necessary. tell me when to shut up, because sometimes I need that.  I can be irrational. I yell, sometimes I throw things, and when things get really bad, I cry. I overreact &I can be sarcastic as hell; but.. if you’re in, I’m in. &at the least I can promise I’ll be here when you need me.

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