No, In Fact It Is Not Over

"It's wasn't over. It still aint over." -The Notebook. Remember that line? It was like the most romantic part of the entire movie. And the ending just made you cry. You can't fool me. But this is exactly how I feel right now. And I hate talking about my feelings. It's annoying because I ALWAYS fuckin cry. I already PMS once a month, let's keep it at that, please. Being a woman can seriously suck ballz sometimes. Anyway, back to my nasty feelings. There's this boy. We aren't naming any names. But most of the like 4 readers (hahaa) know him pretty well. He is the greatest guy I've ever dated. His patience deserves a goddamn Nobel, because we all know I'm not making things very easy right now. He's hilarious. I think the only person who can make me laugh as hard as he does is Kbizzle my bffizzle. We share this amazing sense of humor, just thinking about it puts a smile on my face. Did I mention he's a total gentleman? Chivalry did not die with this dude. He opens the car door for me, whoa baby. And he pays for things, but not everything. I hate those guys who refuse to let you pay for things. Like I can't handle my damn self? Please bitch, I got this one. He let's me do that. Thank god, because I dated a guy who wouldn't let me even pull out my wallet. It drove me nutso. I wanted to slap a nigga. Don't worry he wasn't black. But I honestly don't understand why guys have to have so much pride that they can't let you pay. I have a damn job. And my own damn money. I'm not retarded. Anyway, he also likes sports and he's athletic. I've always been that tomboy girl. No, not the closet lesbo, but I like watching/playing sports. We basically have a lot in common. Like how we're both really laid back. And we balance each other out. Like I'm dumb at math, he's a genius. He's a little bit slow (ok, I lied, A LOT slow) at english, umm I'm the master. I know he's gonna read that and totally laugh too. This boy is so considerate about everything. And he's there for me, through it all. He puts up with my crazy-as-hell antics. Nobel? I think so. Anyone who can put up with my madness deserves a serious award. All the things that make him amazing just make it that much harder. We can't see each other every day like we want to. We're apart a lot, and that complicates the hell out of a relationship. It's depressing. And seeing him just rips open that wound every time. It's not his fault. Like I said earlier, I'm a little on the crazy side so it's mostly my issue to deal with. And I'm dealing, don't you worry. Where am I going with this!? Oh yea, it aint over baby. No matter what happens, it just aint over.