its me, again. this is my new coping mechaninsim? i think thats how you spell it. oh well. my perfect girl. somehow you put up with me. i can't even belive it. you'd just listen to me ramble on and on about everything, political idealogies, astrology, whales and dolphins, frogs, and probably a bunch of other crap. thats not the only reason tho. i always felt so safe with you, i cant even explain the feeling that i get around you. i love you.