Yesterday was, like, perfect. I love that you love my mother and that my mother thinks you’re gorgeous in every way, personality especially. I love that you make me happy and everyone can see it. I love that I make you happy. I love our adventures and your eyes and your hands and how you never tell me to shut up and how we’re perfect for each other and how where have you been all my life? I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy and comfortable with someone. Wow. Just wow.