Love vs. Love pt. VIIII

This is Karl and I. We make one hell of a couple. I guess you would think that we're perfect for each other since we've been together and been holding it down with the long distance and all. The true matter of the fact is that, my parents hate him. They aren't down with wanting to get to know him or give him a chance at impressing them with how great and experiencing why he means so much to me. I guess you can say, "But Deaj, blood is always thicker than water!" Well, Karl is someone I love. And what is love? God is Love. Then you ask, "Then why don't your parents give him a chance? He looks nice, and since you're still with him, I'm assuming that he treats you very, very, well." And you're right. Karl does treat me with the utmost respect, and has cared for me more than any of my boyfriends, or best friends in that matter, have ever before. My parents don't give him the time of day. Nor do they want to. I guess it's a big deal that I'm still a little girl, and that I'm distracted by a boy I've been with for the past 7, going on 8, months, and that I can't and won't be able to handle school, family, and a boyfriend all at the same time. I'm afraid what they've been saying is "true". I received a 3.8 gpa at the end of the school year last semester. I guess I'm really "not ready" for a long distance/long term relationship.

Nonetheless, Karl and I have made our relationship work for almost 8 months, and I don't see how him and I can't make it work any longer. What's there to change? We've gone through bullshit nation and straight bliss and happiness. All the bullshit we've been put through has only made us stronger, together, and made us more happy to know that things have continued to work. We've both cried, we've both wanted to kill each other. But look at us, baby, look at us now. (Hah, tell me what song that is, and who it's by. I'll make you yummy cookies.) I have cousins and friends that believe in him and I. I don't see how we shouldn't be together. We have so much more memories to create and spend, why stop us now?

YOU tell me that there is someone better than Karl here in San Diego. Show me this person. You tell me that there's another humble, but cocky boy who loves photography and his style, is both insensitive and super sensitive all at the same time. You tell me that there's another boy who is 98% Filipino, 1% Japanese, and 1% Chinese. You tell me there's another boy in San Diego who will do anything to make a relationship between him and I no matter what my parents say. You tell me there's another boy that will spoil the crap out of me even though I don't want anything but to spend time with him. You tell me there's another boy with the same style as Karl. You tell me there's another boy in San Diego that will love me for who I am, not care about my looks, but only loves my looks because it seems to match my personality and just ups my game. You tell me there's another boy who'll stay up with me all night to comfort me, and talk about shoes with, and still not be too tired to call me whenever he's thinking of me. You tell me there's another boy in San Diego who's immediate family loves me from the first time that I meet them. You tell me that there's another boy that I can vent and tell absolutely anything to without being judged. You tell me there's another boy in San Diego that will comfort me for whatever reason I'm hurt about. You tell me there's another boy in San Diego that will ask me to be his, and only his, at midnight on Christmas Day of 2007. Bring me this boy.