After reading something, I feel as if I have just directed a porn show in my head. It's absolutely repulsive and I am regretting it very very much now.
My bf and I share a very special kind of relationship. Of course, jealousy, bickering, hugging, kissing, bitching and even to the extent of
sharing my bf with a
villian/mafia, are just some normal stuffs that help make this relationship a special one. But, there's something mightier; both of us have a common understanding and have also acquired tolerance towards each other's queer traits, actions and thinking. No matter how shitty the situation may be, I can always count on my bf to provide the support and advice(which sometimes doesn't really work out to be advices). Bf, my opinion of you hasn't changed at all. Ever since we started off as friends to our current status.. Even with the whole xiasuay business and the fuckin toilet issue. Hehe.. I still love you for who you are, even if you decide to go on a
marathon. It's perfectly alright. Who am I to condemn you when I'm no angel myself?! x) You want live reports? You gotit! I love you much honey! *muuuaaaacccckkks*
*Today is the day where
good things happen at the wrong time.
