Wanting always one more day with you, I began to consider that what I wanted, what I had always wanted, was forever. Then, what a disappointment to see you turn cold and unfeeling and realize we would spend the rest of our days, that is to say the greater part of our lives, apart. I am broken, and soft in loneliness, and rummaging through old memories, fading words scribbled on old bits of paper, and learning nothing new except that you loved me once and I loved you too, and now you do not love me and you intend never to love me again, and I love you. Why didn’t I say it before? I love you.
I want you to know something no matter what happens no one will be able to take your place, no one will ever be able to steal me away from you. There is only one you and I only have room in my heart for one special person and that person is you and it always has been.
“I don’t know, I suppose it’s because I had a shit day at work and usually I would just want to go home and crawl into bed and cry and order pizza in and watch sad movies but you make me want to talk about my day and what happened and why it was so bad and, for somebody who hates talking about themselves, that’s fucking terrifying, you know? Finding someone you want to talk to, like really talk to, is scary because you don’t know how long they’ll bother listening.”