People talk about my relationship like they know Ralph and I within that matter. It's sort of driving me crazy 'cause 1.) They have no fucking idea about what they're saying, 2.) I hate being stereotyped, and 3.) These bitter gourds act like relationship experts when in fact, they are the reason why theirs failed. As pathetic as it seems, everything I said is true and I'd rather have their pieholes shut 'cause I've been supporting them no matter what. How dare they do the contrary to me? I don't fucking deserve that.
One said we're too fast. No it isn't, especially when it comes from her who entered a relationship without even knowing what the guy looked like when he courted her through Facebook and immediately said yes the day after. No it isn't. No. It. Isn't. Especially when it comes from her again, whose relationship is on the rocks and agreed to have sex but still, broke up after doing so. NO. IT. ISN'T.
Then this one's trying to show how sensual we are. Well, by wanting to stay in our own hotel room, we aren't. We can just afford to pay and you, miss freeloader, are not welcome. You pay for your own if you want to enjoy the amenities and other fun stuff you'll miss.
I guess all there's left to do is to prove to everyone we can do this. To forever? Yes, we can! These people are small compared to my big, big relationship with a big, big-hearted boyfriend who believes that God has big, big plans for us. And if you get to read this one day; Ralph, I love you! ♥
