letterstomissjain

hey there beautiful!    I'll get straight to the point. I am sorry. I have been a mean ass boyfriend for the past couple of weeks. Right when I should've had the highest degree of patience, I gave up and freaked out. I feel that all those times when I took you to be mad at me, you weren't actually mad. You were actually trying to tell me that my calls and my presence do make a difference. Funny right? I know you wouldn't believe me. You won't believe that all these silly little fights of ours, over things so trivial and small that we might as well laugh about those fights right now, those little fights were awesome. I mean they could have been awesome. If only I knew in time that you were actually all that wanted, only, a little disguised. Like I would've loved to take you to meet my seniors and friends over any little excuse I could find. But then I start thinking wayward. Here's how it goes I should ask her to come with me- No she would be tired and she ...

hey beautiful,    I am sure you look amazing right now as you read this. Probably have your glasses on. Tired of studying still you must look fresh as a morning. It's been so long now but I can totally picture you waking up in the morning. And in the night. While you're sleeping away to glory. The most peaceful thing. I am sorry I disturb you so much. I never want to. But we're always so short of time. Always. Yet somehow we've managed to live together. I have gotten to know just what a luxury it is to wake up buried in your hair. I like to believe that we had an awesome time together. We still are. I mean we are in a bad spot right now, but we will get through and talk about it over a beer at your post exam party. And then we'd have lived a little more together. Maybe not as cuddled up as we used to be, but close enough to fall back when the time is right.    Right now you're mad at me. You said we won't talk. I am blocked on your cell phone numbers too...