This was taken on my birthday, in February. Dustin… he’s something, alright. Nobody else can tolerate me as much as he can. Nobody else can listen to me crying and complaining for hours like he can. Nobody else can hold me when I’m terrified like he can. Nobody else can look at me in the eyes without a speck of negative energy in those irises like he can. Nobody else… can make me feel comfortable like he can. Nobody else has gone through over a year of my shit like he has. I embrace every flaw this boy has… I embrace and find every single fiber of him that whispers his name, Dustin. I know the two of us might be 16, but the two of us feel something…. Our whole relationship reminds me of my grandmother’s relationship with my grandfather. She met him when she was a teenager, and they got married together when she was 16. At the time, it was around the separation of Pakistan and India (My grandfather was born in Pakistan and my grandmother was born in India), so it was very tough. Back then, it was highly frowned upon to marry someone of a different race, and religion. It was also a time of arranged marriages, where you feel pressured to love the first man you meet. That didn’t stop my grandparents, because they had a love marriage, not an arranged one. My grandmother was Hindu, and my grandfather was Muslim. She married him, changed her first name and last name, converted into Islam, and moved out of India and into Pakistan. Ever since then, my grandfather taught her how to speak English, how to pronounce things, manners, and everything. Whenever she was upset, he’d take care of her. Whenever she needed help, he’d help her. Whenever he would come home from work, she would make him some tea and spend the rest of their day together. It’s just so inspiring… how my grandmother left everything and everyone for my grandfather. That kind of love… I feel like I now understand how my grandmother felt, since I’ve met Dustin. We both have different backgrounds… the only difference is, is that now we don’t have to have arranged marriages. My grandmother and grandfather’s love story inspires me.
My tumblr - http://catsandharrypotter.tumblr.com/
His tumblr - he barely uses it but if you want you can take a look. http://dustyradioheads.tumblr.com/