this is response to something that needs to get out
right now
The first thing I have to say is that you are more than enough for me. I am stunned continuously by your beauty. I could never even begin to see the depths of how smart you are. I have had more fun with you than anyone else. To say that you are exciting and fun would be a vast understatement. No one has ever been for me through all of my shit like you have. Giving you every single part of me is only a fraction of what you have given me. I wish that I could even begin to match what you have done for me.
You are, without a doubt, the greatest girlfriend I have ever had and that anyone could ask for. Your love is more than I could ever, ever deserve.
I will agree. A kiss is cheating. It is wrong. In more ways than I would have been willing to admit years ago, a year ago, a month ago. But now I realize. You cannot hold anything back, at all, if you want or expect a relationship to work out. Especially a long term one.
I know that you have had more chances than one could count to do to me like I did to you. You could easily have any guy that you want. It brings me to tears to think that you have been faithful to me through all of this, yet I was the uncaring, selfish prick to do something like this. Many people would never think to do the small gesture of asking things about doing things with other people, even if it is just a friend spending the night or trying to prove that something was a fluke. I cannot even start to understand how you can be so thoughtful and caring. I am working to be able to mirror that, and quit thinking of just one person.
You are my number one priority. Now and always. I agree, it should have been that way all along. I will say that I did not have my priorities in order, and that I did not fully comprehend what was important to me. Now i realize, and I hope that it is not too late to fix it.
This ring holds in me everything. All of my thoughts, dreams, hopes, failures, losses, tears, nightmares, and shame. It burns my skin to have to wear it again like this. It is not that I don't want to wear it, but to have to keep it in my possession on these terms it feels like a sentence. A reminder of what I have done wrong, and now what I am going to become to right it all. I want to give it back, but I also know that I need to wait until it is ready to be bestowed upon another.
I love you more than my life itself
