It’s ridiculous how much I love my boyfriend, Bobby. And though it goes against everything I believe in, he is my happiness, my joy, my smile, my laughter, my best friend, the love of my life, and just my everything. He makes me happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life. But then again, he could make me extremely miserable. Let me explain.
I’ve had a rough go of it. My life has never been easy. One of the things I’ve had to endure is people walking so easily out of my life. I’m used to being the expendable person in everybody’s life, so now I expect it from everyone that crosses my path.
The first time Bobby told me he loved me, I immediately burst into tears and shook my head violently while repeating the words, “No! No you don’t!” I had so many emotions bouncing around in my brain: excitement, anger, happiness, frustration, but the most overwhelming was the feeling of fear. I drove myself insane crowding my mind with thoughts of him leaving my life already. I just don’t expect much out of anyone anymore. Don’t get me wrong, he’s not just anyone. He’s one in [insert world population here]. But I didn’t want to allow myself be loved by the most amazing guy in the world to me only to feel stupid in the end should he decide to leave. My whole world would come crashing down and I’d only have myself to blame.
The best feeling in the world is being loved by Bobby. He looks at me like I’m the best thing in the entire world. I always feel him smiling in the middle of a kiss like he’s never been happier doing anything else. He turns the music up in his truck and lightly touches my chin as he sings all of his favorite country songs to me. He holds my hand everywhere we go like he’s actually proud that I’m his girl. When he holds me, he never wants to let me go; every time I try to get up, he pulls me back and holds me tighter. He texts me every morning when he gets to work and calls me every night before he goes to sleep.  He notices the tiniest things like me switching the side of the part in my hair. He always gets excited when he talks about each new step he wants to take with me: moving in together, getting married, having children, growing old together. He’s my superman. I can call him at any time for any reason and he’ll rush to my house to comfort me with no questions asked. Goodness, I feel like I’m the luckiest girl to ever walk this earth. Being loved by Bobby is heaven.
Still, I’m in a battle with my own mind. I always ask myself how and why I’m so lucky. Then my mind automatically goes to a dark place where I start realizing that Bobby is my everything. And though he doesn’t want to ever leave me, if something ever happens that I lose him, I’ll lose everything. I can go from being incredibly happy one second to drowning in misery the next and that… THAT is what terrifies me the most. Losing everything. My everything. And I’ll go back to the feeling of February 27th when I tried to end my pain. But I handed him the gun. He can pull the trigger whenever he wants, but I gave him that control. Fuck…



It’s crazy to think that years ago, I saw you for the first time and dropped everything: my jaw, my sense, my sanity, you know where I’m getting with this. Let me explain. My jaw dropped, obviously, because I thought you were impeccable. You were simply walking by and I just stood and marinated in all the perfection that moved flawlessly past me. I dropped my sense because, well, it’s just not very sensible to view someone as an unflawed human being knowing absolutely nothing about them. My sanity was dropped alongside my sense when I repeatedly slapped the shoulder of one of my friends and proceeded to make comments about how you were mine, and I’d marry you one day and have your babies. Of course, I was joking.
Well, half joking. Because the first time I saw you smile… the first time I heard you laugh…the first time you spoke to me… I completely lost it. I still knew very little about you, but as opposed to nothing, that’s a step up. Here’s the facts I had gathered about you in my mind:

1. You were absolutely stunning.
2. Your smile could brighten my day in a heartbeat.
3. (On the subject of heartbeats), you made mine go crazy every time you spoke to me. Even if it was a simple “hey.”
4. Your laugh was the cutest thing I’d ever heard in my entire life.
5. I had a huge crush on you.

Time progressed. You had a few relationships, I had a few relationships, and life got a little harder aside from that.
No one knew I was struggling. I was fighting my battles in silence, but still, every time you’d smile at me or even say hi, I could smile and actually mean it. You never knew this, but I’d look forward to seeing you every chance I got. Even after a couple of years went by, you could completely turn my day around with absolutely no effort. But honestly, I was intimidated by you. My best friends would urge me to just tell you how I felt, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Aside from the fact that you were taken, I didn’t feel like I was good enough for you.
Now let’s fast forward a little more. On September 8th, when you messaged me on Facebook, I went crazy. I was outside with my friends at school and I was pretty much screaming to the heavens that Bobby messaged me. (Sounds creepy, I know. Oops) Then when you told me you liked me, I swear what was left of my heart almost burst through my chest. And shortly after that conversation, for the first time in my life, I actually got to meet you.
I loved everything about our conversations. I loved the fact that we could just talk about absolutely nothing and just be content in each other’s presence. I loved how little time it took for us to care so much about each other. I loved every hug, our first kiss, the first time you held my hand, the first time you saw my scars and kissed them. And after a short time, I knew I loved you. I thought you were flawless the first time I saw you, but after actually meeting you and getting to know you better, I realize that’s an understatement.
Everything about you is absolutely amazing. I’ve said that before and I’ll say it a million more times. You are incredible. Coming into this relationship, I warned you about my depression and everything else mentally and physically wrong with me, I warned you about my scars, I warned you about the fact that I cry more than I smile, I warned you that you wouldn’t be happy with me, I warned you that I was suicidal and could, at any moment, just disappear. You told me you’d be right there with me through my depression. You kissed my scars and told me they were beautiful because they’re a part of me. You told me that from that moment on, I’d be smiling more and crying less. You told me I had already made you happier than you’ve been in a long time. And oh man, I cried so hard when you responded about me being suicidal. You told me whether it was 5 days, 5 months, or 5 years, you just wanted to spend every last moment with me. I know it hurt you to say that. I heard it. But you knew you couldn’t stop me if I were to attempt and succeed in doing so. But in that comment, I also heard truth. Just like I do every time you tell me you love me. I love when you say it. You stop, stare at me for a while, sometimes move my hair away from my face or just rub my face with the back of your hand, blink twice, and say in the softest voice, “I love you, Alex.” And it’s crazy to hear so much emotion come from 4 little words. 4 little words that have made such a big impact on me.
The fact that you’re even my boyfriend is still beyond my belief. You mean the world to me. And though I may not have much to offer, I love you with every last ounce of that. Nothing will ever change that. You make me feel so secure, cared for, loved, content, etc. And most of all, now I actually feel like I’m actually worth something. Not only because you make me feel that way, but because I made the most overall amazing guy on earth fall in love with me. And I can’t imagine any better feeling in the world than the feeling of being loved by you. ❤



I have this really weird thing about me. It’s really infuriating, actually, to me and probably the person/people on the other end of this. You see, when I meet somebody new– whether it be a friend or a guy I like– I tend to get a little clingy at first. I want to text them constantly. I want to be around them constantly. I want them to be anywhere and everywhere I’m at. It’s just a little stronger when it’s someone I like or can see myself being with. Because with friends, it’s true what they say: they come and go. So will guys, I guess, but it’s a little different when it’s a mutual like and we want to start a relationship. It’s really tough not to be so clingy.
I try so hard not to be that way, and it’s not even that I get attached to the person, really. It’s more a matter of me getting attached to the idea of the person. I come up with all sorts of scenarios in my head; how things could turn out, dates, things I’d say, things I’d want him to say, etc. But that’s silly, isn’t it? It’s not unrealistic to think that way, but it’s insensible. That’s not a clear way to think early on before a relationship even starts.
It’s even more stupid when we actually start getting somewhere with the “relationship” or whatever you’d call that… I start backing off. I start pushing them away. It’s like a bandaid. You start peeling it off slowly and then completely rip it off. That’s how I push people out of my life. I go from one extreme to the other. Attached, and then I detach. Always.
I just think it’d be easier if I left people before they left me. I’m sure everyone’s intentions aren’t to walk out of my life, but a lot of people have done it so easily. But then I think, “I can’t be the only one with this mindset.”
Copy and paste all these words and implant them into someone else’s brain. They could be just as scared as I am. And just like I’m always incredibly afraid people will leave me, they’re also terrified. And by detaching myself from them or anything about them, I could be crushing every bit of hope they had left in anyone.
But wait… It’s also insensible to grieve over every loss in my life and get so worked up when I, myself, started doing the exact same thing.