Truth is, I get jealous easily because what's mine is mine. I'm stubborn ass hell, I say sorry too much. I act like I don't give a fuck because I care too much. I over analyze the smallest of things & probably come off as a bitch to simply guard myself.
…I want to send with this mess of a letter my vast appreciation and heartfelt joy, the feeling of satisfaction for what you supply me [with] when you take a second out of your life to acknowledge me. For the last day and a half, I’ve used it as fuel to recognize and realize [that the reason] why I’m here is not only for me and my family, but for another single, special, so very sweet person, [who] has yet failed to let me down or let me go, and I’d like to tell her she’s the greatest, she is the substance, she is the glue, she is the source, she is the reasonning, she is the 3 course meal and apple pie, she is the song I sing when I rehearse my favorite track, she is where the sand, sun, and breeze meet, she’s the difference, she’s the equation, she’s the formula,