My response to her blog.

I know that I don't treat her the way I should, I know that I could treat her better. I know that I should be there for her more than I am. I know that I'm not the girlfriend I should be. I sit here listening to her play piano, and it's so beautiful. There's nothing in the whole world that I'd rather listen to right now. I can feel her in her music. I know that she loves me. And I love her, but I should love her more. I want to give her everything. I want to be her everything. I want to make her happy, more than you know, more than she knows. And I look back at her while she's sitting on her piano bench, and she's the prettiest girl I've ever seen. I know that I should do so much more than I am, but why aren't I? Her voice gives me chills, her voice stops me in my tracks, her voice makes me want to cry. Her smile is my world. Her laugh is the air I breathe. I don't care how cliche this sounds, because I love her. But then if she gets upset, I feel horrible. I would do anything to make her happy, anything in the whole world. And I pray to God that He will show me what to do, that He will give me the strength to be the person I need to be, and to do the things I need to do. I have no idea what the future holds for me, or her, or us. I don't know where I'll be in 5 years, or what I'll be doing, or who I'll be with. All I know is that I want to be with her right now, in this moment. All I know is that she makes me so happy and I don't tell her that enough. But I'll start to, I promise. I want her to know how much she means to me. I want her to know that I would be lost without her in my life. And I want her to be safe. I wish I could protect her from all of the bad things in life, I wish I could protect her from the people in the world that will be mean to her. I wish I could protect her from the insults that her parents will shoot at her. I wish I could protect her from the dark thoughts that enter her mind at night. But I know that I can't. All I can do is be there for her when those things happen, and hope that by holding her in my arms that I can make things just a little bit better. I could talk about her for hours, but for now I'll end this. I'll end it by saying that I could never describe in words how much she means to me, and the words beautiful, gorgeous, kind, caring, adorable, loving, sweet, and perfect don't do justice to the person that she is.