I guess they were right. You and I have been to the depths and back, we’ve been to fiery pits of hell and to the pitch black ends of the earth, but nothing could keep us two faggots apart. Not for long, at least. Those five months we spent living our separate lives really took a toll on me. For five, long months, I felt like absolute shit. I know people think it’s stupid and pathetic to feel that way over a person, but you can’t really help what you feel. Well, you can, but not when all the laughter, words, memories, kisses and tears convince you that you both don’t belong with any other person on the globe but each other. Call me naive, but I know what I’m feeling. This time around, things are so much better. We’re stronger than we were before and I’m so blessed to call you mine. You irritate the crap out of me, but I love you, anyway. “‘Til the last petal falls off.”