I have always been insecure–as long as I can remember anyway. And most of the time I am told to get over it. I am told to just stop. But Noah doesn’t do that.
We cover a lot of the same ground over and over and over again. But he doesn’t lose patience with me. I ask him the same stupid questions over and over. He still reassures me.
I’m getting to the point where I might even believe he is telling the truth.
It’s a crazy idea. Maybe I’m not just the latest. Maybe I am actually special.
Maybe I’m not just the latest.
You’re not: you’re the mostest.
*hug* I find the transition period between “whee, this is fun and magical and yayness!” and “holy shit, he actually means all this stuff” to be the most amazing emotional roller coaster ever.
Maybe I’m not just the latest.
You’re not: you’re the mostest.
*hug* I find the transition period between “whee, this is fun and magical and yayness!” and “holy shit, he actually means all this stuff” to be the most amazing emotional roller coaster ever.
“Maybe I am actually special.”
“See? I *told* ya.”
You are special *and* lovable.
“Maybe I am actually special.”
“See? I *told* ya.”
You are special *and* lovable.
yah that would be why he proposed marriage to all those other girls and your only the first one to say yes
DUGH
yah that would be why he proposed marriage to all those other girls and your only the first one to say yes
DUGH
Beautiful you. I’m sure it’s more than maybe.
Beautiful you. I’m sure it’s more than maybe.