Dear black man,

I don't know how to start this. I cannot wait to see your black, chubby face tomorrow and give you a massive kiss on your cute chubby cheeks and your nigger lips.

I don't know what it is about me that makes you stay with me.. I'm so sorry for the past few days and being a total bitch to you when you did basically nothing wrong. I'm sorry for being the problem to all the arguing, and for being such a pain in the ass. I'm sorry for making our weekends boring and for ruining perfectly good days.. I just care so much about you. I care about you more than I care about myself. If I didn't care, I wouldn't start up all that crap.. And I wanna make sure that you care too. Thank you for being so patient with me, and putting up with my shit. Thank you for sticking with me through it all and never leaving my side. Thank you for apologising when you don't have to, and for fighting for me to stay. Thank you.

I didn't expect to be with you in the beginning and when we were together, I didn't expect for this long or even longer. The other day you reminded me of the day of when you asked me out, and now I can't stop thinking about it. Corny as hell but you made me the happiest girl ever. I know that if I wasn't with you right now, I wouldn't have the smile on my face that I have every single day. Granted, you might make me cry every now and then, but it's only because I care so much.

I don't know what I would do with out you. I just wanna stuff all this crap, school, dancing, everything, and I just wanna be with you. You're the great ending to my horrible week. I look forward to every Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, because I know that I'll see your face. I know that you'll try your very best to see me. I don't care what we're doing, even if we're sitting at hungry jacks while you ruin my sundae on a friday, watching a movie and end up doing naughty things LOL, chilling in my living room playing with kitteh, I don't care what we do, as long as it's done with you. I love waking up with you on Saturday or Sundays, I love seeing you in the crowd supporting me when I'm dancing, I love how no matter how weird I am around you, you just act the same so I feel normal, I love feeling your hand against mine, I love the feeling of your arms around my waist and I love hearing the words 'I love you' come out of your mouth.

I love it when people say they're jealous of us, I have no idea why. So many people envy us, and wanna be where we're at now.

I don't care how cliche this is, but I know this is different. I do. Every other relationship I had, I would lose feelings in the first few weeks, but here, look where we are. Basically 16 weeks in and I feel exactly the same as I did when you asked me to be your girlfriend. Again, might sound cliche, but this just feels like the real deal, and I'm happy to feel like that.

I love you, Morokot David Ros, so much, and please don't ever forget, but just incase you do, I'll be here to remind you every single day :)