NOTE: I would have made this a Facebook "Like", but it would've been too long...

Sometimes I don't contact you because I'm waiting for you to contact me first.

Some days I don't talk to you at all because I'm thinking that if you wanted to talk to me you would, and I don't want to seem dependant on you and appear like a stalker, but know that I always think about you.

You're the one that can text me at 3 am and I won't get upset about it because texts from you always make me smile.

I want to share all my good news with you, but I'm afraid you won't care, and I'm afraid you will start thinking of me as annoying.

When I'm angry or sad I want to talk to you, and I know that you said you will always be here for me when I need you, but I'm afraid of complaining too much because I keep thinking that you will start believeing that I only use you as someone to complain to about all my problems, so sometimes I hold back.

When I get a text message, or a message on Facebook, or anything, I always wait a second before I open it, praying that it's from you.

Those two times when I felt like you were yelling at me and really was annoyed at me it almost made me cry, because I was afraid that it would be more than just temporarily, and I don't want you to ever be mad at me, because I'm not always a strong person and I just can't stand the thought of you being mad at me.

Every time something upsets you, my heart breaks and I curse distance for separating us so that I can't give you a hug, just type them!

"Your hazel eyes paralyze my senses; cut me down to size defenseless" (my playlist just played a song with that line, and it fits so perfect that I just had to type it).

I can't wait till I get to see you again. Now I am counting months, weeks, days, but in not long I will also be counting hours and minutes, just because it feels like it's been forever, and every day that goes by that I don't see you is like an excruciating pain, like I'm being stabbed by a knife or something.

I want you to text me at night, because it makes me happy. And I want to text you, but I don't want to seem pushy. Am I repeating myself on this topic by now? That's very possible...

You probably won't even read this, but I hope that you still know that you mean the world to me.



♥ The Norwegian Teenager

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