My Bad.

So.

He...didn't forget.

I over re-acted.

Like robert said.

He knew, it prolly wasn't

A big deal, to him.

It's not an important number.

It's 7.

And, i'm lucky.

Ok, i was freaking out over it.

And...i went upstairs after posting this last one.

I began to wash my face.

I began to cry.

Uncontrollable.

Yelling why doesn't he care?

Why do i love him

What happened?

And...i texted him.

I didn't have guts to call him

Incase he didn't love me.

Incase he didn't care anymore.

"Can you tell me if you still love me?

Because i'm sitting here crying because

It's seven months and you haven't said

I Love You in a week.

Because I Love you..."

His reply?

"Babe, of course i still love you.

Sorry i haven't said it"

He replied.

He didn't call to care that i was crying.

But...he replied.

He cares.

He loves me still.

I kept crying.

For reasons unknown.

Then i went to bed.

Then, in the morning i texted him.

"Sorry about the freak out

I over reacted.

I have a lot of stuff going on right now.

I'm off to des moines now

Have a good day. <3"

I left and haven't talked to him in 2 days.

And, this whole time i was gone

I worried my freak out would scare him

To not like me anymore.

I'm going to go call him soon but...

I love him, and that's all.

I've thought about it a lot.

I re-read all the texts he's sent me.

And, smiled.

Even before we dated.

We flirted.

Then, we loved.

Then, i was his baby.

Then, there were those tiffs we had.

But, always made up as soon as they happened.

And, over all.

If he's all i ever have in life.

I will be

So happy.

I love him.

He loves me.

That is all.