Dear Ross...

I know you wanted to know what was in my head well...

Okay.


I feel harsh.
I know you said it's fine, it's okay.
But I feel like I've really dulled down your life.
You seemed to have such fun with Anna and people you know...
You don't do stuff like that anymore.

You get stressy, cos I dont want you smoking so you cant relieve it.
You see me basically everyday and no one else.
I feel like I've taken you away from everyone.
I feel greedy, like some kind of high school bitch wanting the best, not letting anyone else near.

I hate it.

I hate feeling like I'm controlling you, cos that's what it feels like.

You're better than this bitchy control freak.
You're amazing, I just...hate you smoking :/

It's just...blurgh.
But I understand obviously, it's just yeah...guess I just can't imagine how hard it is for you.

I'm sorry.

I love you, and I wont let something this stupid end it all.

You're well worth the wait so...we'll get through it.
I'd rather you smoke a bit and are happier Rossie.
I like him.
A lot.

Like...


A LOT A LOT.


I'm just worried my stupid, stupid mind will get the better of me and you'll be too sick of me to catch me when I fall...which I wouldn't blame you for...I'd let me crash and burn if I were you.

So...thank you.
Thank you for being the man I need you to be, with the childish twat I am.


I love you.

♥♥♥♥

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