To my ugliest, Deon Thomas Batac,
Hay ugly face. So, it’s been one month since we got together. It went by fast and this is so awkward writing you something; I doubt you’ll ever read this anyways, but who cares. I’m going to write this for myself then.
Remember the day when you asked me to be your girlfriend? Yeah, that was the most awkward-est day ever. We went to the bop mall, Puente Hills, and I met you at your auntie’s little purse shop. I think I slapped you when I saw you? Lol. Your auntie was so little and cute! We pretty much walked around the whole entire mall, because we had no clue what we would do. I kept wanting to walk into that little pet shop, because the Greyhound puppy was so darn cute! You told me it was ugly.. Fuq u ~ Um, we walked around Macy’s, for no apparent reason. Then, we finally bought our movie tickets to see Transformers 3. The movie was kind of confusing, because I forgot to watch the second one. Lol, so I was falling asleep. Um, after that we just kept on walking around. We ended up sitting in random photobooths. We just sat inside, and talked. We talked and talked about the most random things. So romantic ~~~
Then, you asked me to be your girlfriend. You said something like, “You send out super good vibes, and I like that about you…” or something like that? I don’t remember, because you know, I don’t have good memory like you. Lol. Oh, and remember that little White girl that got scared of you! That was super funny, shoot. I still remember her face reaction and how scared she looked. Um um um um, what else to say?
I’m kind of glad that you actually deal with my rudeness. Lol. You’re probably the only guy that actually tolerates that of me; maybe because you’re pretty mean, back at me. Oh yeah, and you choked me that one day. Totally rude of you, but it’s okay. We need to go on another, not-so-real-date.
I kind of miss you. Your face. Your shortness. Your darkness. Everything. Lol. Our relationship is semi-long distant now, since I had to move. I really hope that we can work this. Lol, I mean we are working it right now. Our nightly talks on the phone sucks, just kidding. I love them. You practically give me really good advice, for a boy, I mean. You act as my best friend, but you’re not. Oh yeah, and please understand the difference between “your” and “you’re.” Haha.
Thank you for staying with me for a month, so far. I hope to spend many more days, weeks, months, and even years with you. Sorry, I don’t do special things, and I still haven’t given you your birthday letter. Lol, I’m a lagger.
Go play some Blops! So long homie-g, I love you. Trust me, I will stay up with you tonight. Maybe. Um, yeah. Hopefully. Haha. I will! Call you soon, hoe.
You are ugly. Hate, Tamara Bea Hoang.
~ On July 4th, 2011, you asked me to be yours…
by tamarabea