Soooo…I’ll be the first to admit, I’m a romantic idiot. Not a hopeless romantic, but a romantic idiot. Tomorrow is my America’s birthday. And as she is my first girlfriend (though not relationship), I tend to REALLY REALLY WANT to spoil her rotten. She thinks I have, but you guys can be the judge.
See that ring up there? Yeah, that’s Princess Kate’s ring (technically she’s the Duchess of Cambridge, but you know, who else actually knows that except for England? Oh, that’s me). I was shopping for a dress for Easter and happened to look over and see a beautiful Swarovski set that looked almost exactly like Kate’s (though the blue was lighter, like the sky). And my America—among other things—is my sky.
I obviously bought them in addition to her other gifts. The set included a ring, necklace and earrings.
And if I’m not England enough…I wrote her another sonnet.
I really am a romantic idiot. :)
… No, I am not blushing.
I’m not blushing.
… Okay, yeah, I am. So what? The point is look up. See up there? That’s total proof she spoils me rotten. Complete and undeniable proof that
we really are freaking England and America because she has the England part down freaking pact she spoils me rotten. I get my birthday gifts a day early lolol and I’m all like ‘WOOT’ and then I see all she got me and then the ring oh my god, the whole set, and just… she spoils me!
She deserves a lot better than me. A whole lot better. She does a ton for me, and I feel like I can’t return that in full…
Good Lord, do I love and adore her.
You two are wonderful. I can only hope someone gives me the relationship the two of you have. D: