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One month, huh?
One month of being together. Or rather, being offical, in all honesty.
It hasn't been long, but it's felt like forever.

I knew you from the hell-hole itself, Boncrazy. Didn't talk to you much, didn't care. I was a prick, you were terrified of me. Great times.
Emmalee later on had added you into TrashClan. By that point I couldn't give two shits, but apparently you were nervous and scared that I wouldn't be happy.
There'd be times where TrashClan would start a hangout, and most of the time it was just you and me by the end of it.
You always fell asleep because for some god only knows reason, my voice was calming. When we would talk in hangouts, you made me laugh a lot, you being the dork that you were. (still are)
I had gotten feelings for you, which I ignored for the first part, and only really realized it when I got jealous of you and your girlfriend. I felt guilty, and terrible for liking you, considering the fact
that you were taken. Even though I did like you, I didn't talk to you often. I had started dating someone, it didn't work out but everyone was happy for me, I was partially happy, but I was also very empty.
I wasn't prepared for a relationship, I didn't feel like I was enough, I didn't know who to go to, I felt like they'd judge me. You were there for a lot of people, so I went to you, because despite the fact I rarely talked to you, I trusted you.
I asked for advice, you told me to do whatever made me happy, and that you felt bad for not talking to me, for not getting to know me. I took your advice, I did what was in my best interest, I broke up my relationship.
After that I trusted you so much more, I loved talking to you. We got close, and got through some drama together. I can't remember exactly when I confessed to you about my crush, but when I did I felt so bad about wanting you. I felt so horrible for being jealous.
But you accepted me, you didn't expect that side of me I'm guessing. You told me your age, and I felt better knowing that you were fine with my crush.
We talked more, we did calls with eachother, I hid my face because of how beautiful your fucking smile was. And you loved every bit of it, you smug bastard.
You complimented me, you became one of my best friends. I felt close to you, I trusted you, and I was happy with you. We got through rough times together, when we were both being salty dickbags.
I remember the time when you accidentally confessed. It was so embarrassing for you, and I was so pleased. You were, and still are, absolutely adorable.
You and I, we talked everyday, shared things we didn't ever tell others, and we were perfectly comfortable with it.
I waited for you. I promised you I'd never leave you, and I've kept that promise so far.
There came the time where you broke it off with your girlfriend, you thought it was time to do so. You were empty, and hurt, and I couldnt do anything about it.
But I stayed with you, and I comforted you.
We had a fight, you heard me cry, you tried not to cry, it wasn't fun, but in the end we laughed, and we were content again. We got through it.
And the day after, you asked me out. And I was so not prepared. I died. I was rather happy and there was squealing noises only dogs could hear.

It's been a month since then, and I still love you. I never stopped, and to be honest, I doubt that I will. I want to be with you for so much longer, I want to cuddle you on a couch, while watching horrible movies that should
have never been made. I want to be there for you in times of need. I want to be best thing you could've ever asked for.
Just as you are to me.
You have your flaws, I do too.
But to me, you are so perfect, you are so worth it, and you're everything I've ever wanted. Thank you for being there for me, Klayton.

I love you, my precious marshmallow.

( oops really long anniversary desc, my bad o u o" )
Crabdemon

Description
One month, huh?
One month of being together. Or rather, being offical, in all honesty.
It hasn't been long, but it's felt like forever.

I knew you from the hell-hole itself, Boncrazy. Didn't talk to you much, didn't care. I was a prick, you were terrified of me. Great times.
Emmalee later on had added you into TrashClan. By that point I couldn't give two shits, but apparently you were nervous and scared that I wouldn't be happy.
There'd be times where TrashClan would start a hangout, and most of the time it was just you and me by the end of it.
You always fell asleep because for some god only knows reason, my voice was calming. When we would talk in hangouts, you made me laugh a lot, you being the dork that you were. (still are)
I had gotten feelings for you, which I ignored for the first part, and only really realized it when I got jealous of you and your girlfriend. I felt guilty, and terrible for liking you, considering the fact
that you were taken. Even though I did like you, I didn't talk to you often. I had started dating someone, it didn't work out but everyone was happy for me, I was partially happy, but I was also very empty.
I wasn't prepared for a relationship, I didn't feel like I was enough, I didn't know who to go to, I felt like they'd judge me. You were there for a lot of people, so I went to you, because despite the fact I rarely talked to you, I trusted you.
I asked for advice, you told me to do whatever made me happy, and that you felt bad for not talking to me, for not getting to know me. I took your advice, I did what was in my best interest, I broke up my relationship.
After that I trusted you so much more, I loved talking to you. We got close, and got through some drama together. I can't remember exactly when I confessed to you about my crush, but when I did I felt so bad about wanting you. I felt so horrible for being jealous.
But you accepted me, you didn't expect that side of me I'm guessing. You told me your age, and I felt better knowing that you were fine with my crush.
We talked more, we did calls with eachother, I hid my face because of how beautiful your fucking smile was. And you loved every bit of it, you smug bastard.
You complimented me, you became one of my best friends. I felt close to you, I trusted you, and I was happy with you. We got through rough times together, when we were both being salty dickbags.
I remember the time when you accidentally confessed. It was so embarrassing for you, and I was so pleased. You were, and still are, absolutely adorable.
You and I, we talked everyday, shared things we didn't ever tell others, and we were perfectly comfortable with it.
I waited for you. I promised you I'd never leave you, and I've kept that promise so far.
There came the time where you broke it off with your girlfriend, you thought it was time to do so. You were empty, and hurt, and I couldnt do anything about it.
But I stayed with you, and I comforted you.
We had a fight, you heard me cry, you tried not to cry, it wasn't fun, but in the end we laughed, and we were content again. We got through it.
And the day after, you asked me out. And I was so not prepared. I died. I was rather happy and there was squealing noises only dogs could hear.

It's been a month since then, and I still love you. I never stopped, and to be honest, I doubt that I will. I want to be with you for so much longer, I want to cuddle you on a couch, while watching horrible movies that should
have never been made. I want to be there for you in times of need. I want to be best thing you could've ever asked for.
Just as you are to me.
You have your flaws, I do too.
But to me, you are so perfect, you are so worth it, and you're everything I've ever wanted. Thank you for being there for me, Klayton.

I love you, my precious marshmallow.

( oops really long anniversary desc, my bad o u o" )
Crabdemon