Let me hear you call my name.
 Well, we meet again. I'm Alexa, but you already know that. However, you might call me Lexi, which is cool. Like me, cool that is. I make my own friendship bracelets like it's my job. But it's not. I work at a seasonal restaurant. I have an iPhone and we all know that makes me superior or something. Oh yeah, I'm like 21 or something like that. I love photography and have a Nikon D60... which I don't use. What more could you want from me? Just read. More than words.
You know you love me, too.
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Saturday, April 25, 2009
  No matter how hard I try, I'm going to fail at some things. I'm going to fall short. But I want to be so much better than what I am. You say that it's okay, you love me the way I am. You say you know everything is going to be okay, that I'm going to grow up to such a beautiful woman. But I want to be that perfect right now. I know I'm impatient, another thing I have to work on. I want to be every single little thing you desire. I want to be yours forever, and I want to make this the best years of your life. I'm selfish, and yet you still give me attention. You know my weaknesses, my faults, and yet you still drive up to my door every single week. You snuggle with me on the couch, you kiss my neck (which you know I secretly love, even when I complain.) You touch me in all of my favorite places. You let me constantly touch you, even though you don't like your body. But even though I've told you this a million times before, I love your body. You really are perfect. You listen to me. You let me say everything I need and want to say, regardless of how out of line it is. You put me in my place. You're never condescending. You kiss my forehead. You're always grabbing my ass. You accept how I can be really immature. You accept that I don't have a lot to say about certain topics. I love when we force each other to pinky swear. You let me cry on your shoulder, you let me lay with you. You let me grow and learn. I don't always mean to give you the puppy dog look, but I love how well it works. I think you secretly love it. I know I can be so frustrating. I know I'm needy. I'm trying. And you know that, and you're helping. I miss you every single second I'm not talking to you, but I'm glad we have space. It makes me really appreciate how special our time is together. I'm crying writing this, but I need to say this all. You complete me, and I'd be crazy to ever think I could find someone as amazing as you. I want to be with you through every single fight we have, I want to get insanely jealous when other girls talk to you. I want you to get jealous of my guy friends. I want to bicker, I want to hate you for two milliseconds, and then  remember why I love you and realize I could never hate you. I want to hold your hand after you hit another wall, which I know you're going to do to. I don't care how angry you get, I'm going to yelling at you to stop every single time. I want you to want to beat up Rich and all the other guys. I want you. I want every single fucking piece of you. I love the way you smell. I love your smile, your laugh, the way you're always a little red in the cheeks. I love that you can pick me up and carry me. I love when we sneak upstairs in the Inn. I love everything. Every single little thing.And I'm never going to stop. |
Goodbye.
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