August 5, 2009 1907
Why do I love the man that I do? I find him very awesome, and my name is Awesome McBadass.... so in retrospect, how much more awesome can one get? Apparently, a whole more, and
this fucker blew my mind. Okay, but seriously, I'm gonna break down why I love my beaner.
● He's hot. Not just cute, not oh, wow he's good-looking. This frijolero's face just makes me... uun. Sexy. I thought he was hot from the day I met him, but when I heard
him speak, I was like, "Oh noes.."
● He's hilarious. He's hot, but he knows how to laugh... most hot guys are all uppity... not this beaner. If Ithink, "jesus cristo I am sad." This beaner comes rolling in
with maybe a quote from IASIP, or the Office. I don't give a fuck, he makes me laugh; which in turn makes me hot for him.
● The way he carries himself. He's confident, which I mistook for arrogance and he's pretentious. Wait... he is pretentious. But I like it.
● He lets me know what he thinks. He may be drunk and crying, lulz, but he lets me know. Which makes me feel special that he shares with me.
I don't always get my way, but that's okay. I just hope that one day he will come back over, and we can pick up where we left off. I miss his company, his warmth because
of his fluff [which me encanta]. I miss his Spanglish of calling me cochina and chiflada. I sat down and thought to myself, I said, "Awesome McBadass: Do
you honestly 'love' this guy?" And the reply ways, "Well, Awesome McBadass... yes I do."
I hardly work because I find my mind wandering to times we've had together. Like when we went to the cliffs and we were sliding, or when we went to Misaki Zanpa.
And it saddens me to think that I can't ever be his missus. I don't want to be miss forever. I can't help but dream of a day when I can roll over and wake up in his arms;
a day where I don't have to wake up at 2am and tell him good-bye because he has someone else to be with. I long for the day when I can come home from work and the only
think I have to wonder about is what the fuck that beaner wants for dinner.
He means so much to me, and I don't think he'd ever understand how great he is. How much he changed my views on Okinawa, and now he is leaving and it's causing me to
break back down and I know he can't pick me back up.
Te amo mi cielo. Sos mi vida, y no puedo vivir sin ti. Te necesito, y pienso que me necesitas. Sos la mantequilla de cacahuete a mi mermelada. Sos uno, soy una, y igualamos
dos. Espero que sabes a como te amo. Que tu vida esta en mi corazón. Los días que no te encuentro, estoy triste. Quiero llorar. Quiero me sujetas fuerte en tus brazo y me soltas
nunca. De verdad, sos mi vida, mi amor, mi cielo. Te quiero, papí chulo.
