i'm so excited to come home today. i miss you so much. we fight about such stupid things, me especially. because i know that's not you talking. and i know everything that i worry about is completely irrational. when are we going to stop being so afraid to be in love and just enjoy it?

sometimes i think about all the angry, mean things i've done to you and it makes me sad. i don't want you to be sad, or feel like i hate you or that i can't think of anything good about you. that's not the way it is at all.

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