The star of my life.

I couldn’t sleep at the moment, so I texted my one from far away updating him about the one star bullies.  I say, “I hate people.  I haven’t published our love story yet because people keep writing false reviews on my things I already have out and I will NOT let them one star the love of my life.  You are my five out of five star lover and one of the best things that’s happened to me.”

When we talked on the phone a few weeks ago, I giggled when he brought up how I was too lovey dovey to him but I bet he secretly likes it and I can just see him grinning at my messages and then shaking his head whispering I’m crazy in love with him.

I secretly think while he’s also one of the best things to happen to me, he’s also one of the worst things to happen to me since we can’t properly be together, but I’m trying to look on the bright side of this long distance.

It’s almost 4 A.M. I’m sure he’s sleeping but that’s what I love about him.  I can talk to him about literally anything that’s on my mind.

“You don’t deserve to be hated like that, baby.  You’re just my inspiration.  People are so rude and just want to say what they want without caring about the fact you allowed me to write about you willingly and you’re so great for that, my love,” I’m so sick of individuals who take the fun out of venting in writing.  I wish they would crawl back underneath the rock where they came from.

I think those haters are jealous they see a lot of people who like my blog so when I actually publish something for free or a low price they want to leave a nasty review.  The funny thing is, these people who leave those nasty reviews on my low price or free things are also probably too cheap to buy something if I actually were to price something higher.

I don’t want reviews on anything I publish.  I do appreciate the e-mails and comments I have received about people enjoying my stories, I really do, though.  I just wish the haters would keep their ugly remarks to themselves.  How many times do I have to repeat that before they get it?

Believe in the Mistletoe.

“Oh my, God!  I went two whole days without calling him, texting him, snap chatting him, nothing,” I excitedly tell my BFF while we are shopping.  This is a big accomplishment for me considering I always share every single thought with him that’s ever on my mind and I don’t hold back.  Why does this boy have to be hundreds of miles away from me?  I shouldn’t have to do all this to be with someone, but for him, I would.

“You’re lying.  See I told you to stop contacting him for a while a long time ago.  He might message you if you don’t contact him,” she laughs.

Doubtful.  I went two weeks cold turkey a while back without saying anything to him and he still didn’t message me back.  She says I need to wait longer.  If I hadn’t messaged him he’d be trying to really talk to some other girl.  He’s going to miss me I told him before I know he must miss me for calling me that one night a few weeks ago and sending me a cute pic, too.  That’s a lot coming from him after he didn’t respond to me for a long time.  I know he misses me I wish he would tell me his real feelings.

“I swear on everything I haven’t sent him anything in the past few days.  I used to blast his phone morning, noon, and night, then it went down to three messages at night, then to one message, now none at all.  I really wish he would meet me because I want to ask him in person what was the look on his face every time I would send him these 40 fantasy texts a day, 20 calls a day,” I giggle.  I know this is not exactly funny right now, but hopefully in the future when we are together we can laugh at these bad times for us.  This question would only work in person.  I want to see the expression he makes.

“He was probably like: ‘This girl is really crazy.  Where did she go?  She hasn’t messaged me all day.  I know it’s not over. She’s going to pop up soon,'” my BFF imitates what she thinks he’s thinking.

I can’t stop laughing.

“I really want to know what his friends think if he’s with them when I message him.  I have a feeling he’s going to message me on Christmas.  He’s got to.  He’s gonna see a mistletoe and wish I was there underneath it to kiss me,” I dream.

“Aw.  Christmas, you really think so?  He will message you then.  His friends are probably like who is that texting/calling your phone all the time?  I sometimes turn my phone on silent so they might not hear it ringing,” she says.

“I don’t know, every time I have a master plan it never works the way I want.  I’m hoping if I completely stop contacting him until he says something on Christmas, hopefully he will.  He’s got to wish me a happy Christmas!  He wished me a happy birthday back in February,” I cross my fingers.

“Not Thanksgiving?”

“No, that’s too soon from everything.  I have to wait longer than that.  He’ll be spending it with his family I bet,” I predict.

“He can still message you, though,” she nods.

“Yeah, I know, but I’m not going to expect it on Thanksgiving,” I sigh.