Why I loved the perfect boy;
Why he was actually only perfect to me;;
Why I'll probably never find anyone who will mean to me, what he did;;;
Why he'll never know;;;;
We could relate, in almost every case.
So much alike it was scary.
Both crazy, angry, full of shit, partyharders...
He has anger/control issues like crazy, but he would always let me calm him down.
He knew me before I was who I am now.
He liked me before anyone else did.
He was into me when I was nothing and no one.
He saw me at my worst, and at my best.
He saw me at lower than my worst.
HE SAW ME.
He was the best cuddler in the entire world, and never pressured me into anything.
Our hugs were something I can't even describe.
He is bold, he is daring, he is loving, he is sweet.
He is physically to-die-for, but he saw me.
We had arguments almost every weekend about which of us was hotter.
He told me I looked good when I was a monstrosity.
We had arguments about everything, and they were adorable.
We were so meant to be.
He kissed me when he knew that's what I wanted, he kissed me when he knew I didn't want it.
He always held my hand, because he knew how much that meant to me.
One night, I told him to squeeze tighter, and everytime after that, he held so tight it hurt.
He knew me, knew my secrets, knew my family, knew my past [and possibly even my future], knew everything there was to know... and still liked me...
I was nothing! I had no one.
He was perfect.
More than I could ever ask for;
And more than I will ever ask for again.
I know we will never be together, and I know that I will never meet someone as great as him.
Some of the best times of my life were with him.
I'm a little bitter, still, that I ruined it...
But mostly I'm just glad it existed while it did. :]
I like to think about it, the good feelings I have towards him still overpower the bad.