No one knows our story better than us. June 28 2011<3
Dear Travis Allen Stewart, You are definitely my future. No matter what hoe or Nigga comes in our life I know at the end of the day its only you and me baby. I know I got your heart you know you got mine. I keep thinking about all the wonderful memories we created together. All the bad ones and all the great ones we got to share with our families. You’re apart of me and I’m apart of you. I overreact because I always feel like I’m gonna lose you but I know I’m not. In the three months we actually spent together we had more laughters more tears more happiness I’ve ever had in my past. You know my flaws and accept them. I know your weaknesses and I embrace them and try to protect you. We are meant to be together dude.
One memory from the past: We got into a fight, I walked out and was getting ready to drive away. You walked out after me as I was driving off.. you called I still left.. but something made me wanna turn back so I did. I picked you up.. mad as hell. Driving like a crazy person.. you thought I was so upset. We ended up at sharis, me ordering my chicken and waffles you with your chicken sandwich. Lol we ended that day together.. smiling.. talking out every problem..
You’re my best friend babe. I don’t care what ‘friends’ say. You know me and I know you. My family and your family knows the side we bring out of each other. They’ve seen us at our best together. They’ve seen those genuine smiles we get around each other. Our playful ways. In the end it will always be us and our families.
Oh and remember when we were fighting like joking around and you slammed me on your bed and we heard a crack and your mom was like Wtf.. and starting getting mad but was laughing..
I love you Travis Allen Stewart.
My bf just slapped me for joking around the same way he joked around.. wtf..
I miss this. This is how I see us. Laughing and not caring about everything around us. Just living life together.
Do people let their significant other treat them like crap because they love them too much to stop them and leave?
You don’t really know if it’s love, until it’s over.
(Source: writes-no-poetry, via poeticheartache)
