Six months.

                              That's a while. But I knew we'd last it, even from the beginning. Sure, we've had some bad times, but it was worth it because you're worth it. You say I'm too good for you, but it's not true. Why do you think I give things up for you or do things solely to make you happy, even if I don't like it? It's not because I'm selfless. It's not because I want to give up so much. It's because I love you and I want nothing but to make you happy, no matter my expense. Don't take this the wrong way and say you're a bad boyfriend or anything, because you're not. You've given up so much for me, too. It's only fair that I do the same, but I'm not doing it to be fair. In fact, I'd rather be unfair. I'd rather give up more for you than you'd ever give up for me. You deserve it. You're worth every bit of it. All because you make me feel like the happiest person on the planet, and I'm positive I am. I could bet everything I have. I know I'm the happiest person alive when I'm talking to you. I don't even have to be near you to be happy (that's probably why, when I'm near you, my happiness is just unbearable to the point where it feels like a dream). I'm happy talking to you, I'm happy thinking of you, and I'm happy now, writing this about you, about to go to sleep in stuff you gave me, and knowing that this post will almost make you as happy as I am. I love you. Six months is nothing compared to forever.