Never would i ever have imagined myself with you. Ever. But somehow something happened to change my opinion of you. I’m still working on figuring out what exactly that is. Maybe its the way you had me wear your big football jacket the first time we ever hung out outside of work and how secretly excited i was that you even asked if i wanted to hangout at all. Or the way you brought me ice cream to school the next day. Or how crazy it made you when i wouldn’t let you kiss me. maybe its how you held me  for the first time, grabbed my hand in the mall for everyone to see when we were still a secret, kissed my cheek for the first time and made me almost faint. Maybe it’s all the way back to when you dragged me onto that big scary ride at sea-breeze or when you told all the kids at work you thought i was cute and made sure they all came to tell me. Or the time you came to talk to me when you were supposed to be in the hallway while i was cleaning dishes and talked with me about getting engaged so young and how you practically begged for me not to. Maybe it was when you brought me home for family dinner and to your cousins communion and how you begged every day to come meet my parents. Or when we spent the entire day before i left for florida together and took riley to webster park when you first started talking about what a good mommy i’m going to be someday. Maybe it’s all of those little things together that made me start falling for you. But even without all that, you’re so different from every other guy. The little things like that would probably be enough for anyone else but then you go above and beyond. You bring me roses to school, watch the sunset with me, and write out “will you be my gf?” in the sand. You hand off your ball-date before even making things official, hand write 118 notes reading “will you go to ball with me ???” and stick them all over my car for everyone to see. You put me first and take care of me before anything else and spill your heart out to all of your friends about me. You write cute little notes and stick them on the inside of my car. You pull over and fix things when you think something might be even a little bit wrong to give me all of your attention. You bring my mom flowers on mother’s day meeting her for the first time, knowing how hard to please she would be. You do everything and anything possible to get along with my family and to make them like you. You tell me secrets you’ve never told anyone. You take me to the beach and come to cobbs hill and look at the city with me and give me massages. You plan out an entire day of surprises for me. You call me at 7:30 am to trick me to walk downstairs into the signs and letter you stayed up all night making for me and into breakfast you cooked me all morning in my own house. You take me out to build-a-bear and make me “fluffy” to cuddle with for the nights when you can’t be with me and take me to the zoo and out to dinner just to make me happy. You are the most loving, surprising, sweet, funny, thoughtful, and needless to say, amazing guy i have ever met in my life. So when i say i’m in love with you after a matter of about a month, as crazy as it may seem, it’s completely logical in my head, and more importantly in my heart. For every time you think you “annoy” me, and every time you get pissed at yourself for little things you think are “fucking up”, remember how i think about you like this and how i mean it when i say i love you. Thank you for being the best boyfriend i could ever ask for. i know i’m a pain in the ass and i don’t do nearly enough to make you happy, but hopefully this is a start. i’m sorry if this seems too serious, i’m still taking this as slowly as possible and i love how easy things are with us that way. i just want you to know how i feel nnn stuff (; so, if that’s okay with you, i’m kind of in love with you Cameron motherfucking Scalzo. And if not, it’s all your fault anyways so deal (:

                                                                                  Love (fowevow),

                                                                                             Kaila <3

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dearscience:

The queen by Stricher Gerard

STORY OF MY LIFE. currently in my purse <3

WOOPER!

me: “guys that’s a teepee…”

everyone else: “OMG LETS GO SEE IT”

cam: “you’re fucking retarded. that’s a crane.”

everyone else: “…..oh yeah…..i…guess it is…”