Feeling content is when your heart is calm and there is this air of stability, despite things not exactly being roses and fucking butterflies. I go through every day, living and breathing for that moment when I will see you again. Our story is pathetically ridiculous and insane, but what's there to do when it's already embedded in me? It's been over a year of struggles, suffocation and intense heart-wrenching pain, but look at us here now. I believe in what I feel and when I think back to that morning - with me sitting on the bed crying and you at the door - I could not be any more certain. I am privy to other people's possible judgment and condescension, but it is what it is. There are moments where I have to remind myself that we're not in damn high school anymore and it is okay to be different. It is okay to do things out of the norm and live a life that isn't so straight-laced and socially embraced. This may all just be temporary lunacy and palpitating...