She feels so good lying next to me. Although she did redo my room in the girliest way possible, the bed was pretty comfortable. She's asleep right now, and I'd rather be snuggling up to her than writing this stupid journal she gave me, but it means a lot to her. Not that I'd ever admit I like to go things for her. It's kind of hard to write this, not only because I don't want to, but mostly because my arm is draped over her. She's pressed up against me and she's so warm. It might be because of these sheets that have to weigh 10 pounds. At least they're soft. God, this 90 pound girl has me wrapped around her finger. What's worse is... I love it. Hell.
I'm supposed to actually be writing about something. Eric and Donna had their wedding not too long ago. It was lame. They looked so happy though. I want to look at her like that. I do look at her like that. I want to look at her like that forever. Hell, I'm gonna propose to her. Damn it, I love her.