she's bittersweet

He knows I care. I just like being with him.

It hurt me last night when they all cursed his name.

I wanted to yell but they all saw my eyes, and they way they were tearing up. 

I don't want a relationship. I just love the way we can do nothing, and have fun. Even though he found a new best friend, I'll always be there for him, even if he doesn't want me there. 

I'll get the man I deserve. Not soon, not even close. One that likes country, 80's, dubstep, and indie music. The one that loves my curly hair, and the way it poofs. He'll like my skinny little body, and how it doesn't curve all that much. My rough hands. He'll love my brothers as much as I do. He'll buy my diet coke when I'm down. We'll take rides in his truck, and or motorcycle. He will dance in the rain with me. He'll smile at my stupid jokes. He's going to be amazing.

This post isn't supposed to be about how I'm in like, or waiting for it. It's about how I am okay with the way things played out. I'm okay with being just friends. I am okay with being there when they need me. I am not sad anymore. I am filled with happiness, that I can't describe. I love life. I really do. 

always with you,

Karaa