15th Months

2:28am, laying on my bed. All the thoughts come flooding in. Thoughts of you. We made it this far. Not going to let you go. I must stop doing things to hurt you. But I have always been so clumsy, so oblivious, can't seem to be always doing the right thing for you. But I am so glad that you could look past my flaws and love me for who I am.

I love you. For and ever, always.