No. We say that a lot. No. I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing writing this. I just, felt the need to write. I needed to write were people could see it. I’m sorry. I don’t know why, I just, felt the need to say it. Anyways…I love you, more than anything in this world, more than anything in this universe. I can’t wait to marry you, but I’m not gonna lie, I’m scared that we’re going to lose each other before that happens. Fingers crossed it doesn’t. we’ve had a lot of arguments, a lot. but one of them really stuck with me…a lot. Let’s just say, you told me you get “annoyed” when you’re in “space” and then something’s wrong with me and then u get out of “space”. I haven’t been telling you a lot…a hell of a lot lately, because I’ve been keeping you in space…because I don’t want you to have to come out because of me. So, yes, I’ve been keeping my feelings, thoughts, part of my life from you. And it’s to protect you, I just want to see you happy. Space makes you happy and I know that, hence the twenty four seven rule. But damn I’ve been falling apart, and I need you because I can’t stay strong forever and I just..need someone with me through all of this. And yet, when I tell you things I immediately feel bad, because then you worry, stress, or get yourself out of space. I never want to worry you, stress you out or pull you out. But honestly, can you please just put your hands on each side of my face look into my eyes and tell me that it’s okay to break down sometimes? that it’s okay to not be strong for once? that it’s okay to not know? I don’t mean over text, I mean in person. And if you see this, don’t beat yourself up. Don’t. You have no reason to. Ever. Understand? good. anyways….if you see this, don’t mention it. I’ll deny that I wrote this. Because we use this as a way to tell each other what’s wrong, but why can’t we just not mention them? I love you, more than anything in the universe, and I won’t stop loving you until the last star in the sky burns out and dies.