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05/08/2003 06:20 p.m.
Well, I suppose I'll jump right in here. Eric and I had about a 3 hour long fight last night. He... for some STUPID reason... told me about "rating" me when he first started talking to me. He apparently told Solomon he thought I was as pretty as Ashley Byers. Ok, now, I've never seen this chick, but Eric said she's an eight. EIGHT. So here's the thing - I don't think I'm a ten. No way. But I want a boy who thinks I am. Doesn't every girl want that? I mean, I was pissed. I just kept saying that I didn't want him to settle and if I'm not a ten, he must be settling. We went round and round in circles and he - being a VERY dumb boy - dug himself into many holes. I cried and cried and told him I didn't want to see him anymore (which is the custom when we fight... it's kind of lost its meaning at this point). He cried a little and said some of the most amazing things anyone's ever said to me. And it was like "Ok, he doesn't think my body is perfect - so fucking what? My body ISN'T perfect. But no one I've ever met has loved me like this." And I was better. And it's true... no one loves me like he does. No one has ever needed, wanted, loved me like I'm being needed, wanted and loved right now. "I'm gonna marry you." :) One of my most vivid memories of my first semester at GSU is lying in bed with him and saying "We're meant to be together, aren't we?" He just looked at me and gave that smile... the same one he has whenever I tell him I love him... and he said "Yeah, we are." And do you know what? We are.

P.S. Solomon said I was way prettier than Ashley Byers. :) I ALWAYS knew I liked that Solomon.
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