Last night I read some of my blog posts about Vincent to him. I read him the one I wrote, I think, one of the last days of November. I read it to him and he started tearing up. I dunno, is it weird that I love it when he gets all emotional because of what I write. I want someone to read what I write and feel that emotion. He said that I should be a writer and I told him that's the plan.
It'll always be a part of me, writing. I love that Vincent wants to hear what I write about him. It makes me happy to know that he cares. Honestly, I think it's more out of curiosity than anything else, but it still means a great deal to me. I love Vincent so much. Every day I feel I'm loving him more and more. Every day is different for us, but in a good way. Every time we talk I get a brand new feeling of love and happiness. He's truly, truly amazing.
I really don't think I could ever find a love like this. It's, it's almost impossible. Please don't let go of me because I know I don't ever want to let go of you.
It'll always be a part of me, writing. I love that Vincent wants to hear what I write about him. It makes me happy to know that he cares. Honestly, I think it's more out of curiosity than anything else, but it still means a great deal to me. I love Vincent so much. Every day I feel I'm loving him more and more. Every day is different for us, but in a good way. Every time we talk I get a brand new feeling of love and happiness. He's truly, truly amazing.
I really don't think I could ever find a love like this. It's, it's almost impossible. Please don't let go of me because I know I don't ever want to let go of you.
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