It's funny really when I think about things between me and her. I'll bet half of what i say in my blog is bitchin abt her. In retrospect, there's more to her than that, in fairness. She's a silly, bubbly girl that just won't grow up. But I guess that's the thing about her that makes me love her so and yet at times hate as well. She's adorable and really the sweetest person that I know. Doing the nicest things for me, tho I sometimes chide her, sayin it's not neccesary but hey, I ain't complainin, lest it's through a lot of trouble.

I guess the reason I'm with her ain't that far from what I said to her 2 years odd back. I told she was someone I could imagine takin care of. And true to that, she is indeed someone I needed to take care of. Good and bad I guess.

Now I'm playin with the idea tt if she was more independant, would I still love her the same?