You are you.

It's funny how we go way back. Way back to when I was in third or fourth grade. You knew my brother, and that's how we met. But I don't remember being introduced to each other. Haha. As kids, we would play with a bunch of other people on our street doing a bunch of random things like; huge water balloon fights, race eachother up and down the street or around the block, always wait for the manapua man and the ice cream man in the red jeep, go in the canal and scare the shit out of eachother, have boxing matches at my house, play video games, etc. And it's funny how we just admitted that we used to always look at eachother when we were younger.

Now our memories of eachother from back then are such a blur. All of them until my freshman year. And that was when the whole "US" started. Spring break of '07 was when we took interest in eachother, and it all started with us sharing a skateboard as a seat. Then that ended, and happened a year later, summer of '08. The past few months have been such a drag; constant run to's back to my ex, not being so sure of myself, and stress with schoolwork. But he's been there through it all. To help me pick myself up and go back on track. And honestly, I couldn't ask for anything more than this.

I don't know any guy that would wait for a girl for about six months, and I'm glad this one did. When we're together, it's like nothing else matters, and no one else can make me feel like this. He writes the loads of letters, writes songs, and says the cheesiest things to me. There's never a dull moment when we're together because we act like a bunch of retards. I can be myself around him. There's nothing to hide anymore. And it feels so good. I want to grow old with this guy. I want to get off this rock, and go to a place where I would never imagine. I know it's bad to be doing this, but it doesn't hurt to be a bit optimistic. I love my boyfriend, and the things he does for me, and I love the way he makes me feel. I love how even seven months down the road, he still gives me butterflies and makes me blush.

But the reason why I did this blog is because you are you. Nick is Nick. The kid that used to hang out along the street with my brother, and other friends. My neighbors cousin that I would see every once in a while and during the summer when we were younger. It's funny how some things turn out, but I love it.