Giving USPS the envelopes was risky. I had admired him for so long, yet I was afraid my past relationship would hinder his feelings. With a deep breath I professed my love and gave him the envelopes. His eyes watered as he whispered "for me?". I said yes, proud of myself and in awe of the brilliance of his sincere smile, and out of the corner of my eye I saw her, glaring at us from the next street. "Who is that" he whispered in such a worried hush, and to which I loudly replied "oh don't worry, she's my ex", solidifying the fact we were over, making sure she got the hint, and, most importantly, committing myself to shipping myself to my favorite ship, making it the truest ship of all.














