I'm scared, worried, nervous, anxious, tired, exhausted,
but holding together.
Holding together pretty well.
Sometimes you rip the seams of my sewn heart, though.
Of course, I'm good at sewing now.
Earlier, I just took a breath too deep and felt the sore, poked holes in my chest.
Not too bad, actually.
Just... sore.
It's a bit like when you have a cramp in your foot,
But then you massage it and it feels really good afterwords.
Even feels better than it did before you know?
You know, I love you a lot.
A whole lot.
More than I ever knew was possible.
Sometimes, I think about us getting married.
I think about sex too.
About us, though.
Replaying some of my favorite moments together.
I think dating you was the best decision I've ever made.
Really.
I'm positively sure about that, I mean, look at us now.
Look at you.
Perfect.
