oh, and.. p.s. sort of.

and my favourite thing in the world is that my love know every single one of my stupid-ass mistakes and still loves me. probably because she’s made damn similair ones herself. but, that’s why we fit.

and that’s why we’re forever.

(look. see.. i had to get sappy somewhere.)

edit:
(after reading this entry)
"you did the same thing to [him1] as i did to [him2]."
"did i?"
"you made everybody hate [him1]!"
"oh.. right.."