RGE.

I didn't plan to post here until school's over but I had to.

This one's for the guy who shocked me with "I read your posts in Blogspot and Plurk" last night.

My bestfriend, my boyfriend, my biggest crush, my biggest admirer, my number 1 fan, my number 1 critic, my suitor, the reason for the butterflies in my stomach and my bestfriend. Yes, I am emphasized on my bestfriend. He was, he is and he will always be my bestfriend.

If ever you got the idea of reading my blogs again, then at least you'll have something to read that you know I made for you to actually read.

I never meant for you to read the entries I posted here--they were supposed to be my secret but since you already know them, I have nothing to hide.

When we first met, I admit, I liked you already--a lot. But I never thought you would become so important to me. When we became friends, I never thought the feeling would become like this. When we became bestfriends, I fell in love. When I fell in love, I never thought you'd feel the same way, I never thought you'd be mine.

It's been almost 6 months when you told me you love me. It's been more than 3 months when we became us.

You're always there to listen to my never ending rants, my random-est thoughts, my corny jokes, my cheesy statements and most of all, my weird laugh. You're always there to make me laugh and forget why I didn't want to smile. You told me I was beautiful when I didn't believe it. You told me I was the most beautiful girl in the world for you--I didn't ask for that. I didn't expect you to say that. You see the beauty inside me even if I, myself, don't see it. You see me in a different way I see my self. You tried to understand me when no one else even seemed to care. You tried to understand me even if I don't understand myself. You accepted the fact that there are times when I get sad or mad for no valid reason, you accepted my moodiness. You didn't try to change me, you accepted me for who I am. You loved me for who I am. When I'm starting to become jealous, you try your best to reassure to me that I'm the only one for you. You laugh at me when I'm jealous because you think it's cute when I become jealous. I don't know why but you do. And then we end up laughing about it. I'm sorry for being jealous, I just don't want to lose you. You try your very best to understand everything about me. You acknowledged the fact that I have flaws, that I'm not perfect but you still treat me like I am perfect. You know my story, you know my past and what you said stunned me, melted me; "I can never do that to you. I know you're scared but I will take care of you."

This may be weird for other people, they might think this is what you call puppy love but for me, it's more than that. I know, we're young and we're not sure of what's going to happen next but one thing I know is for sure-- I love you. As simple as that but I mean it.

You know you're not my dream boy--you're better than that.

Do you remember the time when I called you and I was crying? You didn't say anything, you listened to my cry and told me that everything's gonna be okay. I don't know why but even though you didn't say much, I felt better. You're the only one who was able to do that.

I can't explain the feeling I feel when I receive a good morning text from you. The butterflies are still there. They never left.

When we talk on the phone and I hear you laugh because I'm jealous or when I say a joke, I know I fall harder.

I have a lot to say but I don't know how to express them. I can't find the right words.

As much as I want to feel your embrace right now, I know I can't. But soon, soon my love.

My friends envy me for having this kind of love. I'm thankful. I'm blessed to have you.

They think you're just my boyfriend but you're way more than that. They'll never understand that because they don't feel what I actually feel.

I don't know how to end this though. But I want to say thank you, thank you for everything.

I know the post is too long and mushy but hey, when it comes to love, everyone becomes mushy.

Like what the song How To Make A Love Song by Parokya Ni Edgar says, "It's hard not to sound corny when you're singing from the heart."

I'll always be your Gwyndina.