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A thing for Griwi
Well dear, this is going to be a disappointing description because it's late and I don't know what to type Ffffff. Good job, Bienie.
Well, I just know that I am very very glad whenever I think of you. The thought of you is calming. When I'm always someone else's last resort or plan B, even often in my family, it's nice to know there's someone who pust me before anything. Even more, someone who is actually willing to be with me and who would not leave if she didn't have to. I'm the kind of person who, in high school, always assumed that above my social awkwardness, I stank like hell and that others must have been utterly disgusted by me, because I was, just, me. One of those people that you woudn't want to touch because every part of their being repulses you. It's nice to have someone who stops that thought, and proves quite the opposite. And who won't stop touching me when it's not needed, even if my overly ticklish body is stupid sometimes.
I love to smell you, or hear you, or see you, or feel you. It's calming, and reassuring. I just love how you are. And not just the you that is the online you (I love that one too, but it's not easy to have to be limited to online sometimes), the REAL you that has a more real face and more real voice and a touch and a scent. Soon I will meet that you again... I can't wait.

In the timezone we both live in, it's the 26th of April, 2015 already as I submit this. That means it's been half a year ago since you surprised me at my house to celebrate our anniversary - can you believe that? It feels like maybe 2-3 months, but half a year? Whoa. Time, you weird. So now we've reached the number of a year and a half, and soon (because the past half year flew by so fast I can only imagine the next one will, too) it will be two years? So long. But I'm glad. Let's keep this up, because I love this.

And I love you. Goodnight

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Description
A thing for Griwi
Well dear, this is going to be a disappointing description because it's late and I don't know what to type Ffffff. Good job, Bienie.
Well, I just know that I am very very glad whenever I think of you. The thought of you is calming. When I'm always someone else's last resort or plan B, even often in my family, it's nice to know there's someone who pust me before anything. Even more, someone who is actually willing to be with me and who would not leave if she didn't have to. I'm the kind of person who, in high school, always assumed that above my social awkwardness, I stank like hell and that others must have been utterly disgusted by me, because I was, just, me. One of those people that you woudn't want to touch because every part of their being repulses you. It's nice to have someone who stops that thought, and proves quite the opposite. And who won't stop touching me when it's not needed, even if my overly ticklish body is stupid sometimes.
I love to smell you, or hear you, or see you, or feel you. It's calming, and reassuring. I just love how you are. And not just the you that is the online you (I love that one too, but it's not easy to have to be limited to online sometimes), the REAL you that has a more real face and more real voice and a touch and a scent. Soon I will meet that you again... I can't wait.

In the timezone we both live in, it's the 26th of April, 2015 already as I submit this. That means it's been half a year ago since you surprised me at my house to celebrate our anniversary - can you believe that? It feels like maybe 2-3 months, but half a year? Whoa. Time, you weird. So now we've reached the number of a year and a half, and soon (because the past half year flew by so fast I can only imagine the next one will, too) it will be two years? So long. But I'm glad. Let's keep this up, because I love this.

And I love you. Goodnight

Made with DeviantArt muro .