This is crazy. Do you remember those times when we were younger and we both swore that we would never fall in love? That we were going to just be badasses and travel the world and just spread the word of badassery-ness everywhere we went because that’s what we do? And that we promised that whoever fell in love first would have to buy the other a car? Well, it’s been about two weeks since I ordered you a car through Amazon and I think you might be getting it in the mail soon. Also I think I’m in love. (It’s a toy car please don’t get your hopes up).
I am in love. And I’m in love with you. Do you remember that day we actually argued about what love was? You said that there was no such thing as love. I asked you what you thought love was anyway and you said, “Fucking without a condom.” And I called you an idiot.
I wish I could tell you how wrong you were. And how much I think about you and how you make me feel so good inside and that after being with you even five minutes makes my day 110% better but you hate when I’m cheezy. I wish I could tell you that the only reason I sit through the endless hours of watching Doctor Who with you is not because I like it but because I like you (And also Matt Smith). But then you might get mad. And I wish I could tell you I hate going to your football matches because I’m a rugby union girl but you would probably be annoyed. And that one time you baked me brownies for my birthday because you knew they were my favourite cookies even though you got the date wrong. That night you told me I was the only one that “gets” you and the way you looked at me… I’m sorry I ran away, I didn’t actually have diarrhoea I was just nervous. I get butterflies just being near you and sometimes when you hug me longer than usual I think I’m about to black out.
And if some of that isn’t love then I really don’t know what is. But I can tell you that I care deeply for you. And when you’re gone I feel like a twin without a twin. Like a half without, you know, the other half. Like Matt Smith when Karen Gillan left (probably). And I don’t like travelling alone. And I shouldn’t be travelling alone. Because I want to be travelling with you.
P.S The shipping and handling for that damn toy car was a bitch so you better take good care of it.