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This Thing Called Allen

Posted by Wayne on 5/18/2009 09:45:00 PM

Why does this guy make me feel so special, so wanted. He is the pinnacle of my day, everytime I talk to him. I seriously can't pinpoint what it is about him that is so amazing. I know that I am going to be writing a long post about probably nothing. But I really want to. This guy is just too amazing not to talk about. I would spread it to the world how much I love him. He is always there for me, and always giving support to me when I need it. Honestly, he is what I would describe as the perfect boyfriend. Anyone would be lucky to have him. Seriously who wouldn't want to be with this guy. He's just an explosion of perfection onto an art canvas. The perfectly hued flower lying in a field of wilting, bitter complementary flowers. The highlight of 'Flora'duhh. Hehe, he even makes me write the stupidest puns in the history of this earth. But why do I do it? I know he won't care. He isn't a judgemental asshole ready to pounce on my mistakes (minus grammar) like a wild tiger. Allen is simply undefinable. It would take a text longer than the bible to go detail by detail to what makes him so special. I love our midnight chats which go on for ages about insignificant things. These insignificance (to most people) are what makes me love him so. They make me smile. Our kinkyness. His kinkyness. My kinkyness. Why is this so. Why is this so. I keep asking myself why I'm headoverheels for someone i've never met before. I can't seem to come up with an answer other than; You just are, get over it. I know that we can never resort to anything more than friends, but if we could.. trust me, I would try my best. Allen, you have been an epiphany in my life. Changing my negativity to positivity. Making me feel better, making me realize I had nothing to fret over or feel bad about, making me feel myself. Because of you, I am a stronger person. Because of you, I believe in myself. Because of you, I am nothing other than myself. Not a day goes by without me thinking of you. Not a day goes by when I don't remember you. Not a day goes by when I don't want to talk to you. I don't think I could ever be upset over anything you do to me. You are the definition of a friend, a loved one, a true person. You are Allen. Stay true to that, and never change.
<3

1 comments:

Comment by Anonymous on May 18, 2009 at 10:05 PM

You're sooo sweet.
I have my own category now.

 

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