"Yeah my girlfriend"
She's great, she does everything for me. From keeping me from spending all my money at once, to making sure I've been fed, to tidying up my room. She's great. And I always manage to do something that throws it all into a tailspin. I'm sorry I screw up once in a while, I don't mean to hurt or upset.
She's laying in bed behind me right now, we're at my dorm room at college. I've lived here since the first week of September, and she's visited off and on since then, as well. I look behind me and I see her beautiful face; she's sleeping. Last night I didn't cuddle with her; at one point she even went so far as to tell me not to touch her. I didn't like the events of last night. I hope they don't happen again. I hope tonight I can cuddle her.
I look around my room, there's empty pop (soda) cans every where. She bought them for me, and she helps me drink them. I look up on the top shelf of my desk, there's her grad photo. Beside that, two carnations she bought me the weekend before last. What is holding the water the carnations are in? the juice jug she brought for me from her house. Her glasses are on the top of the desk where I'm at, beside my mouse and keyboard. They're plastic framed, a feminine buddy-holly style. She looks great in them. Beside my desk is my small bar-fridge. Written on the fridge in huge letters constructed of magnetic poetry are the words "MISS YOU!" with a cute heart for the i on miss. On top of the fridge is a tissue box; on the bottom of the box, written in black permanent marker, is "[Me] + [Her] = heart". On top of my fridge sits my computer tower; on top of my computer is the picture of the both of us sitting on Santa's lap at the mall. Beside the Santa picture are two cards. One from her for my birthday. Another from her she gave to me because she wanted me to know that she does care about me.
When my girl's not here, I've got so much to remind me of her. She leaves her shower-sandals here (you need sandals for the showers here), and her shower puff. She wrote, on my phone, "[Me] * [Her]". I'd tell her every day that I miss her, but she's already informed me that is too much. It kills me to not be able to tell her how I feel every time we talk. And now she's sleeping behind me, on the bed, in my tiny dorm room. I'm sorry I say the wrong things some times. She didn't get any sleep last night because of me, and she's slept all day since.
-Yours
