“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”

“Do not take it personal, but i will probably never hold your hand because mine are too sweaty. And at night, I’ll move to the edge of the bed because I won’t want to bother you in your sleep. And when we fight, I’ll probably blame myself because that’s what I’ve always done. When you comment that I eat too much cereal, (and you will sooner or later) I will probably not buy cereal anymore. Instead I’ll buy those waffles you like. And when you come home tired, I’ll want to kiss you. But I won’t, because you’re tired. I will probably tell you the same stories over and over, because I forget. I always forget. Please still find reasons to love me.”