The fear sometimes consumes me, and I find myself erratically checking my body for swollen lymph nodes five times a day.
If there is one thing that I can promise you, without any doubt in my mind, it is that I have every intention of spending every single day loving you.
I chose you. Every single moment for six hundred and thirty-three days, I chose to love you. To believe you. To forgive you. To embrace you.
Addiction is a disease, a cold-hearted monster who ruins lives and families and beautiful people every single day and literally gives zero fucks.
Staying in love is the hard part. The rush dissipates and there are just two flawed people trying to come up with new ways to fall in love.