“It is so easy

for me to love you

that it frightens me.

I’ve never been good

at anything.

But I’ve never wanted

anything so much as

I want to hold you

every waking minute,

and every night

while I sleep.

The question has ceased to be

“How do I love you?”

and has become

“How could I ever stop?”

She rolled her eyes, sighing heavily. “How many times am I gunna have to hear this?” She asked loudly, her lips now twisting into a grimace. “Everyone tells me that I can do this and I can do that—I’m so sick of people telling me what I can and can’t do! I don’t want better, I am perfectly fine with who I’m with now. So what, Jenko isn’t the most perfect guy out there—all that matters is that I love him, and that I believe in him, n’ that’s that.”

She took a moment to fold her arms. “And, I don’t ‘deal’ with him, I learn with him, and I grow with him, as he does with me. He’s gone through so much and he’s fought so fucking hard to get where he is, to get where we are— I’m so proud of him…”