well. now that we've got that all cleared up (and thank you for doing it in such charming fashion) I can finally stop telling myself we're just friends with benefits. I know you think it's a really bad phrase, but see we don't have to use it anymore. why? haha. we know why.
but don't worry, I'll stay the same. if any of you still need to hear any forms of crude remarks about men who have emotionally and physically destroyed you, men who do not treat you like equals, men who do not give you personal time and space, just call. leave the rest to me.
the only rule in this relationship: no worries. we are calm, rational and easy-going people who do not believe in fighting. no fuss. no screaming and shouting and tugging of hair. no Romeo-and-Juliet scenes for us, because 1: my house does not have a balcony and 2: I do not want to die young, no matter how in love I really am. every problem shall be dealt with maturely. what's mine is mine and what's his is mine.
[I said that in jest and only in jest.]
hmm. God forbid if I ever turn into a hopeless romantic. Shah Rizan, because of you I've been made a lucky bitch. and it's true- all I really want is you.
oh! and excellent, excellent A Level grades, of course. =]
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