I love you, really. You know I love you. I’ve never loved any one else the way I love you.
I pulled my blanket more tightly around my shoulders and looked out our bedroom window at the stormy November sky. It had started to rain hard, and I hoped that poor soul in the rowboat had found his way to shore. But not everyone out in a storm wants to be saved.
Relationship advice: Find someone who accepts you for the lazy piece of shit you are.
"i don’t need to write that down, i’ll rememb—"