Bradled Up
I must really love Brad. I know I love him yet I find myself in denial sometimes. I deserve paranoia by now. I don’t mean to mention my bad past, but it makes me appreciate my relationship more; it gives me that affirmation of content. I never been so emotionally secured ever. Brad gives me that always. I won’t deny that we don’t have any issues, but for sure we always settle it soonest time possible.
Actually, I am too proud to admit that I am crazy inlove with him. I like the times when I am so swoony around him. Even with the distance, I feel myself prancing and poking him.
Somehow I feel that he wonders why I don’t talk of him much like how I have adored my previous bfs. I believe it’s just the peace that I always feel. It’s just too much for words to say. I feel I’d come short revealing him or my love for him. Or somehow, I just want to keep it to myself. Be selfish of him… not really that selfish though.
I am inlove with Brad. (with a real smile to go)
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