Someone Who Has Made Your Life Worth Living
That would have to be my cat, Jasmine.It's actually this guy, right here.
But the more we talked, the harder and harder I fell. I could talk to him about anything and everything, and vice versa. He went through all the crap I went through with my mom with me. I am grateful that he got to speak to her, and my older sister. I three-way called her once so she could "meet" him when I was 16. As much as I dislike her, I still love her and I'm glad she met him.
We've kind of grown up together. I've seen him at his most childish, immature moments, and I've seen him at his best. He's seen mine. We know each other. We understand each other. We support each other. We love, care about, and respect each other. We're very fortunate to have met so young, and to be strong enough to get through the rough patches as we get to know not only each other, but ourselves individually. We were meant for each other. "'Til death do we part" is exactly right, physically anyway. There's no messing with our bond.
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