Of all the people I have met in my life, I have seen some very disturbed people. Crazy ones. I have written terrible things about them. But none of them come close to my girlfriend. She is the definition of psychotic.
After all, why else would a beautiful, smart, intelligent young lady love me? I'm a nobody. I don't deserve her. I have many flaws that have doomed me. But she loves me still, and I don't understand. She is too perfect for me. I don't deserve her.
But I love her. I love her for everything she does. Everything she is. I love her for her faults, and her successes. I love this girl who is crazy enough to go out with me, yet accepts me for who I am.
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