I wanna be a flower not a dirty weed.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Love Letter No. 4

Dear Sweetheart;

Consider yourself lucky when you have a guy who’s willing to watch those cheesy chick flicks with you. Who would tell you that you look pretty even when your hair was a mess. Who would gladly share his hoodie just so you won’t feel cold under the brush of rain. Who would miss you for every second that you weren’t together. Who would call you the weirdest endearments with the sweetest smile on his lips. Who calls you his “wife” even when you’re not around. Who would endlessly tease you about your imperfections and yet gladly succumb to telling you how much you still look so beautiful with them.

Consider yourself lucky when you have a guy who would run after you everytime you walk away. Who would ditch class just to listen to you rant about a bad day gone worse. Who remembers the favorite movie that you mentioned four years back. Who thinks you look cute with his shirt on. Who casually rubs your back and hugs you when you’re scared. Who smiles when you cry over a sad song. Who would let you watch your favorite tv series that he religiously hates. Who doesn’t think you sound stupid whenever you wish on a fallen eyelash. Who thinks the hottest thing about you is your ability to outdo him in eating. Who competes with you in silly contests such as pick-up lines and pizza eating. Who would count stars with you.

Consider yourself lucky when you’re the most impatient, impulsive, violent and dysfunctional girlfriend to grace the universe yet he still wants to be with you.

*via tumblr.


*This is so sweet i have to post this everywhere. :)