Est. August 20, 2009
The guy on the right is named Richie L. Wong. We live an hour away from each other, but we still manage to hold on. Sometimes, I feel as though he could do so much better. I’m such a bitch to him a lot of times when I’m in the wrong mood. I yell, curse, & say such horrible things to him, but he’s still by my side. He’s still looking me dead in the eyes, still holding me, telling me he still loves me, after everything I put him through. Thank you, Richie, for loving me when I least deserved it.