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Thursday, October 2, 2008 7:24 PM
.:Do I Deserve This?:.

I can't lie. I am not the type of person who could do that to someone else. That's why I had to tell Taylor about my kiss with Kayla.

She came over after work, in such a good mood. She had a great day, made lots of money, all that stuff. I sat her down on the couch, prepared to break her heart. I held her hand, started crying, and said "I made out with Kayla. I don't know why, it just happend. I don't want to be with her and I love you. I made a mistake and I am so sorry." At first she looked shocked. She kinda just stared at me, her eyes deeply focused on mine. Then she asked me who Kayla was. I was so confused. I started wondering if I forgot to tell her about the dinner I had with her. I said "She's that girl from work."

Taylor let out a long, "oooooooooooh," and smiled. She said "That's okay, hun."

What? That's okay? It was unreal. She just accepted it and was fine with it. She explained to me that she trusts me, and the fact that I told her as soon as I saw her proved to her that she can trust me. Also, she believes me because I didn't try to hide it. She knows I don't have feelings for Kayla, because if I did, I would have hid it for a while, but since I had nothing to hide, I told her right away. I didn't even think of it like that. It makes sense.

What I'm wondering now is, do I deserve a girl like Taylor? What did I do to earn this? I can't believe someone so caring, compassionate, passionate, loving, kind, forgiving, intelligent, funny, etc. etc., could fall for me. It's like I'm living in a dream world.

I apologize to you, my readers. I know I talk about her all the time. I am just so in love and so happy that it's all I ever think about. You guys have to know how I'm feeling. You had to have fallen face first into a big puddle of love before, so hopefully you guys forgive me for babbling on and on about her all the time. I try to keep my topics varied, but inevitably, it always comes back to her. I just can't help it.

I do have other things to report though. I found out what the married couple was (supposedly) fighting about.

The next-door neighbor to my right is apparently friends with the married couple who lives to my left. She's an older lady, in her 60's. When I was younger, I lived in a few different cities. Each time, there was always one person on the block who knew everyone else and kept up on the blocks "current events." This lady (Pam is her name) is the one for our block.

She says the wife found text messages from another woman on her husbands cell phone. They said things like, "I had a great night last night," and "Can't wait to do it again xoxo." The husband had told the wife that he had to work that night, which now she knows was obviously a lie. She confronted him and he tried to turn it around and accuse her of cheating. The argued for a while, then the wife tried to leave, but the husband stopped her outside. When they were outside (this is where Taylor and I come in), the husband started yelling at the wife about various things, then the wife actually admitted to having cheated on her husband. Whether or not she actually did is unknown to Pam, but that is when the husband slapped the wife.

Nice.

This is why I'm glad it's illegal for me to get married. Thats a lie, because I do want to get married (somehow) some day. Marriage just scares me sometimes. All my married friends were so in love before they got married. Now most of them hate their husband or wife. From an outsiders perspective, it looks like marriage actually ruins relationships. I think the only reason people even get married still is A) tradition B) tax/money benefits and C) beautiful ceremony, excuse to go all out, and lots of presents.

For me, knowing that I love my partner and my partner loves me just as much is all I need to be happy.

<3 Sarah <3
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3 french kisses:.