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I know you oft straddle the love/loathe line when it comes to me... Come to think of it, one of the last times we had sex, your out of breath "i love you" was promptly followed with a smirk and an "I hate you".
I realize it must be difficult to adore such an arrogant asshole such as myself, yet for some restlessly romantic reason you keep finding yourself drawn to me. I recognize the bs you've gotten from others/given yourself for sticking it out. And I want you to know, now, in print, irrevocably, that I appreciate your love and your loyalty. I even admire you for both.
I also want you to know, I wouldn't change a thing about us, because baby, I'd much rather our peculiar passion and carnal chemistry over bland every day affairs I see walking around and regurgitated on facebook. Even though we constantly capsize and recollect each other, WE. ARE. WORTH. IT. We are loaded while they are only lukewarm.
You're emerald eyes reel me in and the soft sincerity in your kisses keep me just as close as I am crazy about you.
Thank you, for resisting the easy way out, and the antagonizing advice from drones and dopes alike.Thank you for going with your heart, which in this case belongs to me.
Oh and happy 26th birthday, hot sex.
- your arrogant asshole
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