Lost Draft

I found this draft in my blogs.
This was never published, maybe because it was never finished.
But I'm going to go ahead and publish it now anyways.

(REMINDER: This was composed at the beginning of SUMMER 2012)

I'm not sure of how to feel.
I'm not sure of how to think.
And honestly I'm at a complete stop.

Summer 2012 has begun.

At first it was overwhelming. Then things begun to sink in. I got comfortable. At this moment I'm speaking of my relationship with Jonathan Andrew Leroy Stewart, not summer. At first I wasn't sure if being committed was the right step to take at this point of my life. The past few months were rough. I couldn't set my heart up for disaster and heartache. I was just about to graduate and I knew that college was coming up. The thoughts of being in a relationship the summer before I leave to college concerned me. But I thought to myself and 'YOLOed' it. An opportunity was placed in front of me. I gave it a little thought and took a chance with love.

And that being said, I'm not going to lie and say we are the perfect couple, experiencing every perfect moment together. We have our ups and downs and we fight through them, side by side, hand in hand. He annoys the shit out of me. I sometimes want to push him out of a moving train. But it's okay. He's a nice guy sometimes. I mean yeah. Hahah okay, I'm just kidding. But really. What can I say to describe our relationship? He's a typical male. You know, can't eat without spilling things on his shirt, burps and farts, everything's basically a joke, and competes with anyone about everything. Yeah, a typical guy. But he sometimes has that cute boyfriend persona. He kisses me passionately. And holds me tight when I'm cold. And keeps me safe.