Well, I fucked up our Valentine's date pretty bad. And you know what he revenged me with?
Nothing but unconditional love and never-ending forgiveness.
It's impossible for me to find another who could stick with me the way he does. It would take me a hundred lifetimes, all over again. So maybe my retarded head could start getting a grip and stop fucking things up every other time.
I told him a secret I've been keeping from everyone I know ever since I had the capacity to become aware of this world we're living in. A part of me feels emacipatingly relieved. But there are still little pieces of fear that he might, someday, leave me because of it. Even though I am assured he won't.
Silly me.
I am, for the first time after a long time, excited about the product of Capitalism that is fricken Valentine's Day.
Can we just fast forward to it pleeeease.