Green apple boy

you really remind me of green apples, in a good way. I love you and I'm not really sure how to tell you this but I'm finally opening up, I told you the big truth a month or two ago and I apologize for it everyday but you still love me. You said it wasnt a big issue and like we always say "we just have to work with it, not around it" I like that we have that, its not the kind of thing that you say toass over something. Now I'm feeling closer than ever, we talk a lot now, even if you still have work sometimes. I send you way more pictures than I used to, I was so scared that I was ugly but the way you complement me makes me cry with how genuine you are. This morning you sent me a picture of yourself and I smiled, I looked at it constantly today and I realized that I've changed, WE'VE changed. Cause what happened to the couple that didn't even have each others numbers for 6 months and literally did not talk? And what happened to the couple who could barely talk and the boy felt ignored? And what about the couple where the boy was so busy now the girl realized how he felt? We worked through all that, everything. We talk daily, we call even though your WiFi sucks so you have to call me back, I send you pictures of Fisher (pet cat) and you call him fat, I show you art and you talk about your favorite comics and characters you like, I cry because of how happy I am and you say "oh baby we're fine", we talk about how we should name our kids, and the most important part, we trust each other. Cause yeah the first few times where you hung up mid conversation made me a bit sad, but then you told me about your shitty internet and we laughed about it, and I told you " the big truth" and we're working with it. I like our shitty 'you had to be there' ish jokes. Especially the "apple belt buckle" and the "doorknob" ones. I like it when you say "yeah?" And I say "yeah, question mark"" yeah, period" and "is that yes with a question mark?" I want to be you. I want to feel what you feel and see what you see, because your beautiful and handsome in every moment and I want to feel it, I want to feel how happy and edited you get about your interests, I wanna be tall and handsome. I could give myself to you but in return I want you. We're doing good, i would say perfect but some snowflake out there is gonna shoot me cause "nothings perfect" maybe for you, but in my eyes he's always going to be the most radiant and baffling person out there. How do you exist? Your the man people write about and your dating an artist who's to scared to draw you cause I would mess up.

I love you, I love you and all your funny things your into. Why don't they teach about you in schools? Why aren't you complaining about how the kids have bad grades yet? why aren't you in my skin? Why are you perfect? Why won't you ever answer these questions? Well I know the answer to that, its cause I'm to shy to ask em. Love you hun, lets keep this up!