Puppy Love. pt.4

Welcome back to this library of my mind. If you have come this far you probably figured that I had a problem. You may even be like me now, thinking what in the absolute fcuk was wrong with this kid, and believe me when I say it gets worse. Bear with me, I know these are not that great stories, I was "young" when I initially wrote them, and going through a lot emotionally, and didn't know how to control myself, You'll see what I'm talking about in later stories, I have much to say, about everything, it should be fairly entertaining. Wish I had titled the others different, really they were parts 1-3, but oh well.

Now Back to the past, so we can get caught up to the present.

The past two or whatever were kinda downers, honestly I was just venting, let me tell you something with a much happier tone. It's the same subject of the previous ones of course so it's of my favorite person Wendy. I gotta tell you that she is the greatest thing to ever happen to me, not saying that she is a 'thing' that is to be owned, not am I trying to objectify her, but it's an expression so bear with me yeah? She is my light and my joy, I've told her this on many occasions, and quite honestly I'm pretty sure I annoy the heck out of her with all the times I've said this to her. Seriously I've said it so many times, in many different ways, on so many occasions, and that's with me holding back, because I'd gladly write/tell her every day that she is the most beautiful girl that I have ever had the pleasure putting my eyes on. I need to also state that I have never regretted falling in love and being in love with Wendy, not once have I ever hated her, not even for those four hours, I've only ever hated myself for allowing such a perfect young woman to slip from my grasp. To me she is the epitome of amazing, she's hilarious, intelligent, beautiful, inquisitive, brave, her personality is the best, she's gorgeous, lovely, adorable, extremely cute...I could honestly go on for days lol. There is not a day that goes by that I do not think about her, no second when she isn't in my mind. This is going to sound really creepy and clingy, but I can't go any more than 4 hours without talking to her, and I'm pretty sure I've annoyed her with my constant chatter or wanting to talk, though I've asked and she said that she hasn't been annoyed with me doing so, so that's good right? Anywho she lights up my world, sends me off into space every time we are together, she is my drug, I get a contact high just from looking into her eyes. You know that feeling that you get when your crush walks in the room and they talk to you, then you get butterflies? I get that, I got that when I first saw her, when we were 'just talking' and when we went out, I still get that now, everyday, every time I see her. To be honest when someone even mentions her name I get butterflies, my hair stands on end in anticipation, hoping and waiting to see her, I guess you could say that I'm equivalent to a puppy seeing it's master, patiently waiting at the door for them to come home wagging their tail excitedly as they hear the footsteps edging ever closer. The only difference between me and the dog is that I do not have a tail, nor do I pounce and her and lick her face when I see her...nor do I hump her leg haha. Wendy made/makes me feel happier than I ever have, I'm not even sure if I truly knew what happiness was until I met her. Of course I was happy before her, it's not like I was depressed or anything, I just mean that nothing else compares to being with her, life had a whole new meaning for me with her that's how much she means to me. So whatever bad vibes you may have been getting from me in my past blogs is not how I feel about her, I was just stating things that happened and how it was for me at that time. It in no way affected my feeling about her, and I don't want it to sway yours, my feelings for Wendy could, can, and will withstand the trials of time, she will always and forever have the place in my heart. It is for her.

Your optimist, later