January 12th, 2009

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I love you as much as I've always loved you.
And I always will, no matter how many boys I will kiss and how many boys that will call me beautiful.  It doesn't have the same effect as when you said it.
My life is fine; the sun is up, the sky is blue.  I suppose I am just blinded by the fact that I miss you like Hell. 
That day in my basement, two weeks into our relationship, when we said we loved each other and I kissed you and I sang "I want to be your last first kiss, that you'll ever have."  I meant it with every fiber of my being.  And in that moment, I swear to God, every atom in the universe stopped buzzing around and smiled at us with their electrons and their neutrons and their protons.

I still mean it.  And that girl you look upon, she will never love you as much as I do.
I hope you are happy.  I am.