I’m basically head over heels in love, and all I can ever think about is him. It’s so crazy and stupid and silly and beautiful and perfect. I just cannot imagine my life being anything if he were not in it. It’s like oxygen; you physically can’t live without it. Well, he’s my oxygen. And the thought that one day we might not be together any more kills me. I don’t ever want us to grow apart or go our separate ways. I just can’t see myself ever feeling so comfortable with someone else, so at home in their arms, so complete when they’re with me.