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I miss him. A lot. More than usual. But that's probably because I'm thinking about it so much. I don't get to see him tomorrow, and it hurts me to know that it could be just one more week until I do. Or a month. Or months. I'll wait as long as I have to for him to be away from those people. But I miss him. And I want to see him.

I convinced Mom to take me to McDonald's at nine tonight so I could sit with him on his break. But Pam, the manager whom I used to work for and Aaron still does, wouldn't let him go on break until ten. : / So I sat there until 9:30 as planned, and he came out to hug me and talk to me whenever drive through was clear.

The rest of the time I talked to Emily, another McDonald's employee I'm friends with, and her parents. They made me sing for them. ^-^ In Japanese and English. Said they were impressed, but I don't believe them. : P I've been sick, and my voice still lacks a little being all there. But considering that I think I did pretty good. The whole restaurant was staring at me, though. O-o Kind of awkward.

Anywho, at 9:30 I had to leave. Sucks, but I couldn't make Mom sit out there until 10:30. Not only would it be completely inconsiderate of me and something I wouldn't do to someone, but Dad would flip out on me as usual. -_-;; But we won't go there right now.

I wish I could have known. That I wouldn't be really seeing him for a while except for quick stops at McDonald's. I would have hugged him one more time. Kissed him one more time. Have to sneak peck kisses at work, or he'll get in trouble. Keke. Wouldn't want that. Stupid Leslie, new store manager for about the past four or so months, and her mood swings. Hate that woman. She's the main reason I left. Loved most of the people other than her. Miss those guys. Don't miss her.

*le sigh*

I miss him so much. I sound so corny and la-la-landish right now. But you know what? Sue me. : P It's okay to love someone so much it hurts to miss them. Whether anyone else thinks so or believes me. I don't care. It is what it is. And everyone else who keeps trying to tell me that Aaron isn't good enough, that we'll never make it past the first bit of college, can kiss my arse. I'll be laughing in your faces when we prove you wrong.

His foster parents are always trying to make him feel like he's not good enough for me. They say I'll realize that one day and leave him. That he'll never make it in college. That he'll never do anything, be anyone, or go anywhere. But I used to have people tell me that to. And now look at me. I'm doing plenty. And he's doing more than he ever did before me. I motivate him just by being in his life. I don't have to keep on him. He just does things because he wants to be with me. I'm all he has. I've made him realize that he needs to step it up if he wants to prove all the assholes that have screwed him over wrong about him. And he will. We will.

My dad is always bashing him. Saying he's not good enough. Not motivated enough. Yeah, I know, he's my dad, and no guy will ever be good enough for me. But that still gives him on right to say that stuff about Aaron. It only makes me dislike being around him more. And it just makes Aaron feel worthless when he's anything but. We'll prove them all wrong. If we have to wait until he is eighteen in September to do anything besides sneak e-mails from school, calls from friends' houses, and visits at work, then we will. Because we're willing to wait for each other through whatever it takes. I don't care how young we are. I've never been average for my age. Ever.

I love him. He loves me. And I don't care what anyone else says. For now that is enough. We'll do what we have to. For now that's all we can do. One day we'll be able to escape this crap from our parents, rather my parents and his foster parents. I don't care what they think. I'm the one who's in love with him. It's my choice. My heart. And no one else can tell what to feel with it. So there.