March 17th, 2012.
Dear Michael John, (182/365)
I guess 200 miles can phase your “undying” love for me.
March 2012
20 posts
March 16th, 2012.
Dear Michael John, (181/365)
I honestly wish you’d make more time for me.
March 15th, 2012.
Dear Michael John, (180/365)
Just remember that whenever I mention something to you that bothers me, it’s me trying to get us closer. Not break us down. I’d hate for you to not tell me when something bothers you.
March 14th, 2012.
Dear Michael John, (179/365)
Ugh.
March 13th, 2012.
Dear Michael John, (178/365)
“Being together isn’t about a honeymoon. It’s about the real you and me. I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings, I want to spend my evenings looking at you across the dinner table. I want to share every mundane detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms. Because you aren’t just someone I loved back then. You were my best friend, my best self, and I can’t imagine giving that up again.. You might not understand but I gave you the best of me, and after you left nothing was ever the same.. I know you’re afraid, and I’m afraid too. But if we let this go, if we pretend none of this ever happened, then I’m not sure we’ll ever get another chance. We’re still young. We still have time to make this right..We still have the rest of our lives.”
— Nicholas Sparks
March 12th, 2012.
Dear Michael John, (177/365)
You have no idea how much you worry and scare me all at once.
March 11th, 2012.
Dear Michael John, (176/365)
You surprised me today. I needed it. I needed to be reminded of how it feels to lay with my head on your chest, the caress of your fingers on my back, my cheeks hurting from laughing and smiling so much. But, just as quickly as you came back, you left. And it hurt a lot to say goodbye again. Hopefully it gets better. I just hate getting used to saying goodbye.
March 10th, 2012.
Dear Michael John, (175/365)
Tell me you love me. Tell me everything will be okay. Tell me all of the bad stuff is gone. It’s all I need to hear.
March 9th, 2012.
Dear Michael John, (174/365)
“The best part of having a relationship is getting to call the person or lay down next to them and tell them all the crazy things that happened to you all day long. And in the end that’s what it’s about, kids. It’s not about the sex, it’s not about the money that they give you or whatever. It’s not about how good-looking they are, it’s about, can they listen to you talk for hours and hours and hours about stupid shit that doesn’t matter. And if they can, then you’re meant to be together forever. Even if that means you have to call them 100 times, that’s okay.”
— Tegan Quin
March 8th, 2012.
Dear Michael John, (173/365)
You said things would get better. You promised. I’ll take your word for it. I have faith in you. Just don’t let me down.
March 7th, 2012.
Dear Michael John, (172/365)
We used to always talk about our future. Now, you just seem awkward whenever I talk about us getting married or moving in together. I want you to want the same things I do.
March 6th, 2012.
Dear Michael John, (171/365)
I’m sorry I’ve been so slack with this. But now that I know you’ve been reading everything I’ve been writing, I feel weird about each post I make. But I promise I’d write until the year is up, so do as you please.
I almost hate to be so creepy on your blog, but we seem to be in a very similar situation. How do you stay so strong and stay with him? I understand that love should conquer all, but doesn't it get too much?
We don’t have the easiest relationship, that’s for sure. I think we’ve been away from each other longer than we’ve been together. But ever since the beginning, he’s made every second of waiting worth it. Of course I get overwhelmed sometimes, but if you love who you’re with as much as I love Mike, you won’t let distance and/or arguments get in the way of that love. I wish you the best.
I love the idea of this blog!
Thank you!
March 5th, 2012.
Dear Michael John, (170/365)
I can easily leave. No matter how many times I’ve cried about losing you and how often I beg you not to leave, I’m strong enough to go. I can find someone that can give me the attention I want, that can show me love and affection and remind me how beautiful I am, and everything else I want. But I’ve put my faith and patience in you to give me what I deserve. And after 8 months, I thought we’d be settled with each other and not do things to purposely get under each other’s skin. I know couples argue and that’s a part of relationships, but it shouldn’t be like this. We’re more mature than that. Whatever it takes to fix this, I’ll do. You really are all I want. I don’t want to find someone else, but if our relationship is going to be like this a year from now, I can.
March 4th, 2012.
Dear Michael John, (169/365)
At least we’re on the same page. This is a start.
March 3rd, 2012.
Dear Michael John, (168/365)
When are we going to grow up?
March 2nd, 2012.
Dear Michael John, (167/365)
I don’t need you to constantly compliment me for me to feel beautiful. I don’t need you to smother me with affection for me to know that you want me. I don’t need you to shower me with presents to know that you adore me. I don’t need you to take me out on expensive dates to know that you are interested in more than my body. I don’t need you to talk to me every single second of the day to know that you care about how I feel. All I need is for you to always be honest and to be there for me when I need you the most.
March 1st, 2012.
Dear Michael John, (166/365)
I like the way my fingers play with your’s. I like the way you make me feel at home.
February 29th, 2012.
Dear Michael John, (165/365)
I promise you’ll wake up to kisses on your face and the smell of pancakes. I’ll leave post-it notes on your pillow telling you to join me in the shower. I’ll run my fingers through your hair and scratch you stomach, even without you asking, because I know it’s your favorite. We can watch movies together on mute and make up our own commentary. We’ll take pictures to document the good days, and the bad, and the boring, and the tiring. I’ll love you unconditionally.
