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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 should rest plus she gets irritated when she's tired.
Alright we can go somewhere nice and cozy and crash together. But then we are all on leave and we're all here to party, what if we start partying and she feels uncomfortable.
Why would she be uncomfortable- she is as cool as they come and she knows how to party- But then she has vowed never to drink unless she gets her seat-yeah let it be-she hates me anyways, in no time she is gonna tell me to get lost and I'm gonna wanna be chivalrous and try to act like I'm leaving- and that's when shit hasn't yet hit the fan. What follows is as unfortunate as a nuclear holocaust. We fight and we fight and I'm looking at your lips and feeling whatever little I can of your hand and we're fighting and I wanna hug you so tight right there, but then we are fighting and If I go to close you might even slap me. And I'm on the verge here too, so I'm not sure if I'm gonna keep it together after a slap or if I'm gonna walk out like a hurt little rabbit. And then I do something stupid. Why is this happening?
As far as my brain can think, the situation between us is pretty binary. It's simple. You loved me and I loved you. I then blew your expectations to pieces and you, well you did whatever you could to mine. I love you and know for a fact that I'm not living without you, you don't want to spend another minute with me and yet want to do it. I'm fucking my brains all day thinking about what you're up to. That my absence has finally gotten to you and you've given in and prefer talking to someone else. You're messed up worrying if I'm dead or alive, what's it gonna be like when I come back. If I'm gonna come back. If I'm gonna do something stupid after a fight. I am worried about the same. I have really trained you in fighting haan! We yell and fight and count the wasted days after the fights are done. This doesn't seem to end.
And you know what, I don't want it to. I mean I'd love it if we were less loud and I had the superpowers to know exactly what you want from me. But even if it stays the way it is. We keep fighting and making up. And you sound the hottest when you have that tone in your voice that says you have decided against your better judgement, to forgive me and you do love looking at me and talking to me. But then it takes toll on your mood and that escalates rapidly to spoiling your studies. And that sucks. I'm sorry. I don't wanna fight.
Okay, here's a deal. No more yelling. Who decides what yelling is? You. You can keep a check. I won't yell. Not at you. Not at anyone. Not at a taxi. No yelling. I promise. Think about it, isn't this like the best quality to have in your partner. Someone who doesn't yell at all. I'll be that guy. I promise. I'm sorry babe, but I need this. You can keep a check. Like you can punish me in ways of your choosing if you ever feel like I am raising my voice. I promise, this will change. It has to.
Miss you!
-yoursorryassboyfriend
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 should rest plus she gets irritated when she's tired.
Alright we can go somewhere nice and cozy and crash together. But then we are all on leave and we're all here to party, what if we start partying and she feels uncomfortable.
Why would she be uncomfortable- she is as cool as they come and she knows how to party- But then she has vowed never to drink unless she gets her seat-yeah let it be-she hates me anyways, in no time she is gonna tell me to get lost and I'm gonna wanna be chivalrous and try to act like I'm leaving- and that's when shit hasn't yet hit the fan. What follows is as unfortunate as a nuclear holocaust. We fight and we fight and I'm looking at your lips and feeling whatever little I can of your hand and we're fighting and I wanna hug you so tight right there, but then we are fighting and If I go to close you might even slap me. And I'm on the verge here too, so I'm not sure if I'm gonna keep it together after a slap or if I'm gonna walk out like a hurt little rabbit. And then I do something stupid. Why is this happening?
As far as my brain can think, the situation between us is pretty binary. It's simple. You loved me and I loved you. I then blew your expectations to pieces and you, well you did whatever you could to mine. I love you and know for a fact that I'm not living without you, you don't want to spend another minute with me and yet want to do it. I'm fucking my brains all day thinking about what you're up to. That my absence has finally gotten to you and you've given in and prefer talking to someone else. You're messed up worrying if I'm dead or alive, what's it gonna be like when I come back. If I'm gonna come back. If I'm gonna do something stupid after a fight. I am worried about the same. I have really trained you in fighting haan! We yell and fight and count the wasted days after the fights are done. This doesn't seem to end.
And you know what, I don't want it to. I mean I'd love it if we were less loud and I had the superpowers to know exactly what you want from me. But even if it stays the way it is. We keep fighting and making up. And you sound the hottest when you have that tone in your voice that says you have decided against your better judgement, to forgive me and you do love looking at me and talking to me. But then it takes toll on your mood and that escalates rapidly to spoiling your studies. And that sucks. I'm sorry. I don't wanna fight.
Okay, here's a deal. No more yelling. Who decides what yelling is? You. You can keep a check. I won't yell. Not at you. Not at anyone. Not at a taxi. No yelling. I promise. Think about it, isn't this like the best quality to have in your partner. Someone who doesn't yell at all. I'll be that guy. I promise. I'm sorry babe, but I need this. You can keep a check. Like you can punish me in ways of your choosing if you ever feel like I am raising my voice. I promise, this will change. It has to.
Miss you!
-yoursorryassboyfriend
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