#MEKO YOU SNEAKY!!!!!!
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recrush Β· 7 years ago
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hmm a treasure i treasure is my gf, it's you. u r my treasure
πŸ’˜πŸ’πŸŒŸπŸ’πŸŒˆπŸ’–πŸ’«πŸ’Œ Β a love letter from me to you!!
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bitch…
b i t c h…..
b i t c h…….
B I T C H!!!!!!!!
you fr don’t even k n o w how much this made my heart flutter. like, i was rlly sitting here, on my bed, confused as to who would send me a message. i open my inbox and see it was you and i was like β€˜β€™okay why is meko in here’’ WEUDHEWF and then i read your message and i….i….i love you…so much…..sososoososososso much….so very much….so fucking much….i rlly can’t say it enough because every time i say it i love you even more and it’s like damn that girl is never gonna understand the amount of love i have for her. baby, i’m so glad we met what is it like two years ago now?? in That Group Chat (even if it became so uglie and dry after ushsdewf i’m still in it you know?? i would leave but everytime i try and do it i’m like wow this is so awks but then i look at the convo about jean memes and i’m like ���😀). it still cracks me up because i rlly wanted to be your friend because you were (and still are) so fucking funny, you were Iconique as hell, and i just had this special place for you in my heart from the beginning πŸ’“πŸ’πŸ’˜πŸ’žπŸ’–πŸ’•πŸ’—(also when i saw your pictures…bitch maybe that was when i realised i was bi πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜©πŸ˜«πŸ’¦πŸ’¦). everytime you cracked a joke i was rlly out there huffing and puffing cause you were so funny!! and i wasn’t even tryna kiss up to you i just found your goofy ass so hilarious and i wanted to talk so badly!!!
and then suddenly, we were friends and suddenly we kept pm’ing each other which??? was such a big step for me because at that point i was rlly shit at texting people individually but for you i didn’t even have to try. we kept talking all the fucking time. morning πŸŒ•. afternoon πŸŒ—. evening πŸŒ‘. in both timezones. just…we couldn’t keep our mouths shut!!! both on pm and in the group chat. omfg remember when we re-wrote your story and added β€˜β€™fam’’ to the end of everything???? i remember i cried tears of laughter that night, i kept wheezing and silent laughing cause everyone was asleep and i didn’t wanna sound like a mf clown and wake them up and get my ass beat by my mum (mocs man mocs - mothers of colour). i remember that night i rlly felt like β€˜β€™she likes me she likes me’’ and the time when we were posting those uglie ass shoes that BTS would wear and all these other times. we got closer and closer and i remember one night you made me cry because it was Deep Boo Hours and you were confessing that you never talked in the gc unless i was in it because i made you feel safe and you felt like you didn’t care if people would judge you in the chat because you had me and if you had me everything would be okay. i cried like the Big Bitch i am because it touched me, deep down (in my heart, i feel like i have to point that out KAKWKAKSK)
and then we were making our own squads from the main gc. we went through a lot in that time, like being shady little bitches and rlly taking out TheΒ Uglies 🀒😷(REMEMBER LAS VEGAS I WANT TO CHOKEHASK) to having the deepest conversations i ever had with anyone on this Earth. no, fr, i could literally talk to you about ✨ANYTHING ✨ and i still can. i even talked to you about shit that i never even thought about, and i told you all of my deepest secrets and innermost thoughts. shit that i couldn’t tell anyone else because i was afraid they would abandon me like how everyone else always did. but no matter what we went through, you never abandoned me or ditched me. not that you would willingly; it’s not in your character to just leave a friend. but we both never let the other grow apart from and each other and honestly we rlly didn’t need to do much to prevent that…
because here i am, it’s almost midnight, probably past midnight as i finally post this long love letter (but you know me well enough to know that this isn’t even long for me). i’m listening to your voice notes, Big Cheek Smiling because i love the sound of your voice, even if you don’t know what to say, smiling because you’re screaming and you scream every 0.2 seconds like you’re fr the bitch that actually screams when they text β€˜β€™I’M SCREAMING’’, smiling because you make fun out of my accent because it’s so British compared to yours (I’M WHEEZING JUST THINKING ABOUT ALL THE STUFF YOU SAY BC IT’S SO FUNNY I RLLY WNANA CRY!!!!!) and i’m only realising like damn you sound so American *that’s hot*, smiling because i know your voice, your face, and now your body like i have this whole beautiful person in my head and my mind isn’t powerful enough to comprehend how so much beauty can be crafted into one person. and my mind further cannot comprehend (*insert* β€˜β€™tas you sound so posh rn’’ I K N O Β W) how on Earth this person loves me. we both always worried about drifting apart even though we never had a phase were we felt like there was no spark anymore. yeah, we did get busy w school, but we always left messages and photo mail (I LOVE LOVE LOVE PHOTOMAIL SO MUCH EVEN THE WORD YOU MADE IS SO ADORABLE UHSDFIJROP) and reassured the other always. and whenever we were online at the same time during the time we had to be away bc of uglie ass school the spark was unbelievable like we couldn’t shut up and we had so much to say, so much to laugh about. it would always felt like we never left each other’s side.
[ and now here we are. soon going to be 3 years later. we’re still super fucking close. i was never friends w someone from online for this long. but you’re more than just someone from online, not to sound corny :/ you’re ….everything….you’re my girlfriend, my wife, my one and only, my soul mate….you really are everything to me. this is gonna sound weird but you know that feeling after you do all your skincare and you feel so refreshed and relaxed and your skin is so soft and your face is glowing and you feel like no matter what happened that day all of the stress and sadness is gone??? that’s how you make me feel. you know when you’re alone and you’re watching the sky, no matter if the sun is setting or if there are no stars that night or if the sky has way too many colours in it compared to the usual blue it’s supposed to be, and being alone might make you feel empty but instead you just feel so whole?? and….and complete??? even though you’re this tiny person and you’re alone, with no one, watching this vast ocean of the air. and you’re far, far away from it that even if you reach your fingers and stand on your tip toes you could never be able to reach the sky, but despite the distance you still feel so complete and safe and protected and loved as if this sky, in all its greatness, is watching down on you and looking out for you and guiding you and loving you…BITCH THAT’S HOW YOU MAKE ME FEEL!!!!! ]
meko, you’re my sky. no. scratch that. you’re my sky, my earth, my sea, my sun, my moon, my stars, my whole mf galaxy. my love for you can’t even be contained in one universe. out of everything that’s happened in my tiny life, i am the most grateful that i was able to meet you and call you my dearest soul mate.
[ i love you so much baby girl, please sleep well underneath our sky tonight,
- tasmina (you’re other half) ]
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