… in love?

 Yes. I’m in love, and yes, I’m only 17. Do you have the right to judge me, and say that I don’t know anything about love? No, you don’t. How many 17 year olds do you know who’ll be willing to wait months and months at a time for a boy? Who can see their boyfriend leave in February, and know he’s not coming back until June, and only for 10 days, until he leaves again until October? I know many girls who claim it, but none that have actually done it. You have no right to judge me. You can, however, observe how completely, and irreversibly I’m in love though, you can even envy it; but don’t. It’ll find you one day. I’m in love with a man who just might spend more time out of the country, than with me, and I’m perfectly okay with that because not only is he serving our country, but he’s serving himself. Of course I’ll be sad from here and there, but if you knew this boy, you’d know it’d be worth it. 
 Now, enough with my rant. Blogging time[:

 It’s July 4, 2011. Independence Day. Mhm. Now, almost every 4-21 year old is thinking: Fireworks! Except for the United States Military, and those freaky historians of course (no offense to my non-existent readers). I won’t sit here and act self-righteous. Yes, Fireworks were my second main thought on tonight. My first was being with my boyfriend and watching the fireworks together, so I guess that counts as first? I don’t know. I was never good at math. I had an amazing night. We laughed, walked until our (by our I mean my) feet bled, took pictures under the fireworks, and just had an amazing night, despite our huge argument the night before. Sometimes I wish I was one of those girls… One of those girls who can just ARGUE. and ARGUE. and ARGUE with her boyfriend, or say something that’ll “get my point across”, but I can’t. I’m not that girlfriend to say shit to make him bleed, or cut down his ego, I’m the one who tries to put what I want to say into a logical sense. The only thing I’ve ever said, and felt like shit about (but felt it necessary), was “You’re acting fucking stupid. You’re just mad because I’m right”. Pardon my french. I hate cursing in arguments, and I hate being cursed at. and I hate YELLING. I can’t yell at my boyfriend. I just can’t. I love him too much? Or I’m just too scared to lose him. We’re going on 6 months, so maybe I’m just not at that “STFU You’re Stupid”, stage yet. Some women reach it earlier than others. But I’m not some women, and I don’t gaf about “some women”. I hate girls who treat their boyfriends like shit. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. And I hate people who treat my boyfriend like shit. Not like people give him shit (he’s mad muscular and stuff o: ), but you know what I mean. I’m madly in love with this man. <3 

 Baby, you’re a firework. 

Photo:

 My boyfriend and I on July 4, 2011. We’re at the park watching the fireworks. Everytime an orange firework blew up, he kissed me<3
(orange is my favorite color). I love him<3