crap.

i no longer have to deal with you abuse. how stubborn you are. your ridiculously pale skin. your dumb cowlick. your lies. how stupid your "your mom" jokes are. your insecurities. your financial woes. your inability to have a serious conversation. your ability to make me feel like crap in a matter of a few words. your wandering eyes. your sexual innuendos about random girls.

i no longer have to deal with your kisses. your hugs. your jokes. you replacing song lyrics with my name, to make it romantic. our tickle fights. your awful singing voice, that was so easy to sing along with. your ability to make me feel alright. our inside jokes. vow of protection against our coworkers, with each other. your willingness to drive all the way to my house, just to watch the stars with me.

i no longer have to deal with your indecisiveness about whether you want to be with me or not.

now, i just have to deal with the fact that i'll always want to be with you.