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Day17 Text

I love the way you stick to your convictions. God knows I would be happy if you turned around and told me we’re together for the rest of your time in Barcelona, but I’m not sure that’s the right decision. Despite my protesting for the first couple weeks, I’m happy you held your ground because it probably is best for us to take this time apart to be independent. Don’t get me wrong - it would still hurt emotionally if you hooked up with other guys. But it’s better that we’re not together, else it would hurt even more - and the anxiety of just thinking about that pain of being formally cheated on was getting to me.

You act much older than your age. I think it’s because of the stress from your parents constantly fighting, but you’re much more mature than you realize - and you stick to your convictions much more than you realize, too. You are so strong, and I hope you continue to stay so true to yourself in the future.

I love you! Good morning and have a great day :)

#day17 #text

Day17

I just found a journal entry I wrote 9/27/13, 10 days after we met… I’ll let my first impressions of you speak for themselves.

9/27/13, Friday, 8:10PM

I get along really well with my roommates, and I need not look further than my quad (the four rooms surrounding a bathroom) to find people who I love to hang out with. But I’ve been searching for people I want to hang out with. The best treat is that which you do not seek. Eh, that is incredibly vague and sounds silly, but there is a particular thing on my mind that’s driven me to the journal for documentation.

I didn’t come to college looking for any romantic situation. And I say this genuinely. I have always sought romance, but for once I was at peace being the best I could be for my own sake. Which is the most important thing to note for the long term.

Yet as we broke into WOW groups (week of welcome orientation groups) I was immediately struck by one girl in particular. Which would normally be devastating… Maybe it was the adrenaline of such overwhelming life changes, but I managed to approach this girl after some casual eye flirting.

Eh, that brief summary doesn’t really do her justice. I already wrote down (and showed her) my first impressions of her, and I am far too lazy to transcribe that note into this journal. But I should provide an outline…

First came eye flirting. Then, upon re-entering the group circle after quickly going back to my room, I made sure to stand next to her. She lent me her phone to copy our WOW leader’s numbers. I thought of putting my number in her phone, but I refrained; I didn’t know if she was even interested. Gah, this is boring to write, I can’t imagine how it is to read…

Fast forward, day 5. I walk her back to her room and kiss her. Best, most spontaneous kiss I’ve ever had. What plagues my mind is the thought of what now. We clearly have chemistry and mutual attraction, yet only time will tell if this is the basis of anything more serious. The romantic in me certainly hopes so, but he’s been called creepy or clingy plenty of times before. Besides, I don’t even know what she’s looking for in college. Hell, I’m not even sure what I’m looking for in college. I’ve always been a relationship oriented guy, yet dating the first person you’re attracted to in college sounds… unrealistic.

Thus I have no expectations. While she seems fantastic, I refuse to make judgements on the emotional impulses I’ve had thus far. I will only anchor myself in the moment, content with this mutual attraction and the implicit possibilities of the future.

Ah, I’m already beginning to drift. That’s why I have this trigger around my neck: my Zen necklace. It reminds me to stay grounded in the present.

But I have already had to stay my hand from buying her a rose. And I want to watch movies and cuddle and hike at another sunrise… Wow.

9/17/15

So you see that I once had the same doubts about having a relationship in college that you seem to hang on to. I’ve let go of those doubts. I hope, by now, you’ve let go of them too.

I wouldn’t pressure you to continue dating me if I believed you would be less happy with me. I pressure you because, especially after this break, I think I’m up to the task. And truly, looking at our past together…

Have you ever seen a better love story?

#day17

Day17, Poem17

I was there

to hold your hair

that night you got too drunk

I made you eat

and watched you sleep

while you were throwing up

And I was there,

again, to talk

when both your parents fought

I listened through your crying

and I told you what I thought

I took you to the hospital

when you twisted your knee

But now that you’re abroad

It seems there’s no one here for me

#day17 #poem17 #poem

Day16 Text

Here’s my morning message of the day: I love how sensitive you are. I love the way you didn’t want to watch the bad scene in star wars because it made you upset... Don’t let anybody trivialize that empathy. You are so sweet, kind and caring; it’s what I love most about you. Have a great day! Hope you’re not too hungover lol

#day16 #text

Day16

Every day without you has been slowed to a crawl. When we were together, days passed by so quickly… now, waiting for you is like waiting for paint to dry. 94 days left… It may as well be millenia.

This must be some other melancholy side effect of love… Every quiet moment shifts to thoughts about you. Days drag on. I seem to crave your attention.

Damn, I miss you a ton today… on the dawn of the 2 year anniversary of the day we met. Ours is as close to love at first sight as modern love can get. I still remember it vividly:

During those first couple orientation games, I caught you staring at me and smiling when our eyes met. I immediately knew we had potential. The next couple months of me courting you are probably well suited to a dorky romance novel.

Remember when I grabbed your phone to add myself on Facebook but you thought I was adding my number? And later, I needed to think of a lame excuse to actually get your number so I told you I would text you if the gym was open? The entire build up to our relationship was so smooth and natural feeling… If I believed in destiny, I would say we’re meant to be together.

I love you!

#day16

Day15 Text

I wish there was something magical I could say to you that would instantly lift your mood, no matter the context. But even “I love you” has seemed to wear itself down from a highly emotionally powered phrase to a routine. Not that I mean it any less when I say it - I just remember the rush of telling you I loved you for the first time, and that rush has seemed to fade to comfort. It’s hard to figure out what to tell you when the most powerful emotional phrase I can fathom feels so ordinary. I kinda want to try saying something new that gets across the same message, so here’s my first attempt.

I love your storytelling. I feel like you have this juvenile joy about you that animates every story you tell. Like when you told me about how you rescued that pit bull when you were on your way to see Derby, I remember being struck by how genuinely you expressed your emotions in the moment. I can’t wait for all of the stories I’ll hear once you come back :)

Have a great day!

#day15 #text

Day15

I’ll be real with you, today I missed you a lot sexually. I know talking about sex makes you really uncomfortable, but I’ve really been pining for you today. It started when I looked back on some naughtier texts from our first months together, and escalated when we actually talked about hooking up when you’re back.

Jesus, I miss your body. I mean I miss everything else about you but the majority of this notebook is romantic. I can take a day to appreciate your physical attributes.

I’m honestly amazed I’m so hot for you, considering how long we’ve been together. I think your kind soul makes me appreciate everything else about you that much more. I don’t really know though.

For such a physically beautiful girl, you sure are self conscious about your body. I have difficulty understanding some of your insecurities. I can only hope to alleviate them a bit. You are practically perfect in my mind.

Geez, 3+ more months without sex is going to be difficult. But I’ll get through it because I’m driven by the thought of holding you for the first time when you get back. And maybe we’ll hook up sooner rather than later. We’ll see!

I love you a ton!

#day15

Day14 Text

So, I’ve been thinking since we talked over Facetime… You know how much I love you. You know I want nothing more than to be with you. But from hearing about your panic attack the other night… I don’t want to hold you back. I know I’ve said that before, but I mean it more now - if we get back together when you get back, I want you to be 100% committed to me. I don’t want you to have any thoughts about could-have-beens. I still think we should definitely get back together when you’re back, because what we have is special, but maybe you need more space to realize that for yourself. Unless you just want this to be a break, which I would prefer as I’m perfectly fine waiting for you, maybe we should just call this a full break up. Of course I’ll still love you. I’ll probably keep loving you even if I start loving some other girl. But if I’m serious about the potential we have to be together for as long as the rest of our lives, maybe I need to let you off the chain completely at the moment to see if you still come back.

I know I’ve sent you too many essays in this past week, but I don’t think this one is going to annoy you. Letting you go completely is going to be a lot more difficult for me, but frankly I can see us being together for the rest of our lives. If that means three months of pain, so be it. And if we figure out we’re not meant for each other in these three months, then we’ll have dodged a bullet in the long run.

I only hope you’re mindful of the emotional consequences of physical acts. I know having sex or giving blowjobs/eating people out is easy to brush off for some people, but I think people like you and I are more emotionally impacted by those kinds of things - that’s why you wait so long for sex and I don’t have sex with someone until I’m serious with them. So long as we’re broken up, you can do anything you want with anybody, but please just recognize that those sexual acts will likely lead to emotions for whoever you do them with down the road.

I love you so much. If I had things my way, we would stay together while you’re abroad. But a relationship requires sacrifice on both sides. This is really going to hurt for me, and you’re right that I’m a lot less likely to hook up with other people than you. But I’m willing to let you go completely if that will make you happier.

Good morning when you get this. It makes me happy that you wanted to Facetime me last night. :)

#day14 #text

Day14

Today, I made one of the hardest decisions of my life. After Facetiming with you, I worry you’re still feeling burdened by the weight of our “relationship.” So I told you I was okay with breaking up entirely (no white rose anymore) if it would increase your chances of being happy.

On one hand, I’m extremely skeptical of our breakup being beneficial in the long run. I think you’re drunk far too often, and letting you hook up with people in your drunken state will likely usually be a poor decision. It may damage our promising relationship beyond repair, and a break up benefits you far more than me (as I will likely be coding all quarter while you’re gone).

However, it seemed I was holding you back more than I intended. I never wanted to give you panic attacks - I just don’t want to lose you. If I’ve made you unhappy by wanting to just call this a break, then I’ve been on the wrong track.

Damn, this is going to be painful for me. I’m already preparing to brace for the emotional impact of your first hookup outside of our relationship (because I’ll still want to hear about it so I’m not in the dark). But I can’t continue to hurt you in good conscience.

I love you so much. I hope this works out for us.

#day14

Day13

Fuck you for this weekend. Seriously. You can post a minutes worth of Snapchat stories but you magically don’t have the wifi to reply to my texts? Fuck you.

You’re going out 5 nights a week but you can’t even bother to tell me where our relationship stands. I’m too scared to call you out right now over texts because I’ve texted you 15 times to your 2 replies this weekend, but seriously. I am livid right now. You’re treating me like dirt.

It’s painful when love goes unrequited, but it’s humiliating when it’s feigned. Don’t tell me you love me if you won’t take the time to text me or write me a letter. You’re wasting my time and you’re hurting me, a lot.

Fuck you. Even in the midst of 357, I found time to spend with you. You can’t even spare me the courtesy of telling me whether we’re on a break or broken up. You’re ridiculous.

I have nothing good to say. You’ve been letting me down all week, telling me my beard is ugly and then lacking the time to talk. You’re not worth waiting for if this is how you treat me. You’re not worth dirt.

I’ve been waiting at the airport since 9AM. It’s 3PM right now and my flight starts boarding at 5. You haven’t said a word to me since 1AM last night. You’re even back in Barcelona now with wifi. That is unjustifiable.

I still haven’t sent you an angry text. I don’t want to lose you just because I lost my temper periodically. But this is getting ridiculous.

This past week, you’ve caused me nothing but suffering. If I’m still this upset tomorrow, I’m going to need to break up with you (if we’re not already broken up). Worse, I’m going to need to cut ties with you.

You are so selfish. You’ve told me you need to do more for yourself, but at this point I know that’s a lie. This whole trip is about you. And you won’t even spare me a simple explanation.

I hate you right now for doing this to me. I hate that you can tell me you love me and then go right along with hurting me. You’re making me bitter. I’m losing trust and faith in you. You’re incredibly disappointing.

Fuck you.

#day13

Day12

I don’t know what this relationship means to you, but it doesn’t seem like much. We’re less than 2 weeks into our break, and you can’t be bothered to send me any kind of updates, letters or even replies acknowledging when I spill my heart to you. So fuck that.

Fuck this notebook, too. I’ve framed you as such a perfect girl, put you so high on a pedestal… But would my perfect girl hang me out to dry like this? No, fuck that.

I sent you three long ass messages, two letters, three poems and three postcards and I’ve gotten one word replies. I’m not going to be walked over for four months. I thought I meant more to you than that.

Maybe this is the point where you bring me more pain than bliss. I thought for sure that would be further out than two fucking weeks. I guess I was wrong.

So fuck replying to you for a couple of days. I can’t keep pouring all of my emotions into letters and messages with so little in return. Maybe you have a future as the one who got away. But I don’t think the one who got away puts so much effort into getting away.

Jesus Christ. I love you, and you’re really letting me down. At least tell me you need space or something… right now, you’ve left me in purgatory.

Fuck that.

#day12

Day11

I honestly don’t know if we’ll make it. We’re 1/10 of the way through this break and it feels like an eternity. My greatest insecurity in our relationship is that I’ve felt like you think I’ve held you back. I can’t give you the experience of a frat-bro boyfriend. I don’t even like partying. If I could, I would spend the length of a party exploring the depths of your eyes.

But your eyes wander.

They always have. I know you love me, but don’t act like I can’t see when you’re checking out other guys. I know plenty of healthy relationships where each person checks out other people. So the problem isn’t the wandering of your eyes - the problem is figuring out what’s going on behind those eyes.

You’re still figuring that out yourself while you’re abroad. Let me know how it goes. I want you back more than anything, but if you’re not 100% invested in our relationship then we’re not doing anything positive for either of us.

Much of this notebook is dedicated to winning your heart back, and showing you the magic of what we’ve had. Of course I want you back. Of course I want you to love me. But if getting back together would lead to more pain in the future... then we should probably stay apart. It pains me to say that, and I hope you come back, visit me while I’m drugged up, and want to get back together. But you need to be honest with me.

Last night I looked through our old text. Some made me so happy - I miss you so much. Others made me cringe, especially the ones I sent you when I was stressed from 357. I completely neglected our relationship when I had that class. I would even turn down sleepovers with you!

That makes me happier with the timing of this break. I won’t neglect you. And when it’s over, we can start over and my focus will be fully on you - on us.

But in the meantime, our relationship feels lopsided in that I love you more than you love me. It seems the reversal of that winter quarter, but it has a sort of yin-yang balance to it. When one of us is distant - either physically or emotionally - the other compensates with increased affection. Maybe we’re meant for each other.

One thing you’ve said that bothered me a lot was that you’re drinking “probably 4 or 5 times a week.” And it’s not just a glass of wine - you seem to always be having 4+ drinks a night. I seriously worry about you.

This worry is a manifestation of love, but really. You’re making excuses for your drinking habits - “It’s part of the culture here.” If it’s not toned down when you’re back, expect a concerned conversation when I see you.

I feel deflated without you. I believe a return to what we’ve had is worth waiting for, but god damn… We’re only 1/10th of the way through your absence and I feel like I’m grieving.

And this melancholy that leaks into my day is one-sided… That only makes it worse. You’re having the time of your life and I’m stuck here with nothing to do but think about you. Yet I’m still the one fighting for this relationship.

I feel the full weight of our potential future on my shoulders. But you never asked me to carry it - I fear you don’t even care if I carry it. And I suffer, alone, but I’ve brought it on myself.

I try so hard to hide this suffering from you. I tell you I love you in the morning and at night, and I try to keep you in the best mood possible… because I fear you’ll pursue someone else the second I upset you.

This is killing me. How disturbingly one-sided this relationship feels… I know you want your freedom, but I don’t see you in that Saint Christopher necklace I gave you. And I’m not even sure you’ll visit me when you come home.

That hurts. It’s killing me right now. And if it isn’t killing me in 99 days, it’s because I’ve become numb to it. I love the hell out of you… but I can’t tell if the pain is overpowering this bliss yet.

#day11

Day11, Poem11

Drown my love down in those bottles,

just a buzz won’t drown it out

Declare your freedom of expression

as what this break is all about

But you’re no master of disguise -

you wear intention like a mask

The only echoes of deceit

are in your answers when I ask

Why do you need this break so badly?

I’ll give everything you need

Why has your will to be together

suddenly started to recede?

I know we’re starting to grow distant,

in a few more ways than one,

but will your heart come back around

after you’ve gone and had your fun?

Lust is the monster in my nightmare,

and that stupor that you’re in

will let him creep on past your heart

into the valley of your whim

And if he manifests in action,

I’m afraid you’ll break my heart

I’ll remind you, hours take to build

what seconds tear apart

This is no threat, I only want to say

what’s weighing on my mind

If discontent is driving you from me,

I’m hoping that you’ll find

Another man to make you happy,

if that’s really what you want

If the greener grass entices you

to give up what we’ve got

But in the meantime, I will hold my breath

until you come back hope

I only hope when you return

I’m not a drowning man alone

#day11 #poem11 #poem

Day10

I visited Glacier Bay today. It was incredible. I’m struck by the sheer purity and magnificence of this isolated corner of the world. I am also depressed by the dramatic changes we’ve caused in this area, despite its isolation.

I’ve been reflecting on the main points we’ve fought over the most in our year and 8 months together. I get the sense it’s typically initiated by you wanting to go out drinking with me. I think I need to be more open to joining you in doing things you enjoy.

We’ll see how being 21 will affect the social landscape of college in the next couple years, but I want to explore the bars with you. I want you to know I’ll support whatever you find fun, because you’ve shown (by watching all 6 episodes of Star Wars) that you support my interests. I don’t want you to dread going out with me, despite the experiences I’ve spoiled in the past.

That’s not to say I’m willing to go out to frat parties or exchanges (not that I’d even be able to get in). You’ll need to enjoy those without me. But at the end of the day, I want you to be able to come back to me and cuddle and tell me how your day went.

I love you!

This 110 day journey goes through a pitch black tunnel, and I’ve just lost the last glimpse of light I’d started with. This is the killer stretch, the full length of which you could keep me in the dark. God, I hope you don’t.

As I sit on the deck of this cruise ship, my vision is obscured beyond the first hundred feet by a thick layer of fog. Were it not for modern technologies, I might fear that this ship could crash at any moment. I find this scenario strikingly metaphorical to the state of our relationship, kept alive by periodic text messages.

These are the times in which we live. I send you letters, not out of necessity, but because they are a romantic symbol of a time that has only recently passed. I send you postcards, not to show you a world you’ve never seen but because you know I was thinking of you when I was there. I wait for you, not because I think you’ll wait for me but because I think I recognize something worth waiting for.

Love isn’t some perpetual state of lust. Love is the condition of wanting what’s best for someone else, and love is a labor. This isn’t a rom-com where you fall in lust and live happily ever after. The closest to fairytale we get is that I know I could love you from the moment our eyes met.

#day10

Day9

Every weekend is a war between my heart and my mind. You’re out late drunk, and my heart is broken by the sentiment that you’ve forgotten about me. Yet my mind recognizes that you still tell me you love me, and reminds me that the long term strength of our relationship could be fortified by 4 months apart without happenstance. So ultimately, I just suffer silently but hopefully.

My heart tells me we have, at most, 120 years on this planet. That means I’ve already spent at least 1.4% of my life happily in a relationship with you - at least 1.6% if you don’t count the time before I met you! And that’s a bare minimum - anything could happen that would end our human existence at any moment, making your share of my life much greater. (By the way, I know it’s dorky that my heart speaks in facts and figures, but I think being an engineer is starting to rub off on me.)

Meanwhile, my mind tells me that either of us can change a lot in 4 months. I might not be the same guy you loved when you left for Spain, or more likely, you may not be the girl I loved when you left (because you’re the more likely between us to change). And if we do truly love each other, we could probably work past pain we’ve caused each other in this interim 4 months and still be happy together.

Yet my mind is not naive enough to believe my heart won’t overpower it if you hurt me too much. I refuse to be walked over, and you sending me “white rose” indicates that you’re more interested in fulfilling your own needs than mutually satisfying each others needs. To continue sending you “I love you” texts after receiving a white rose would be, barring some extreme circumstance, allowing myself to be walked over.

Thus you must see now, in the unfortunate case of receiving a white rose text, why I need a long, long break from our relationship. I hope that is not the case at all, of course, but I must prepare for the worst case. I’m not entirely writing off a future with you in that case, but it would require a thorough explanation and a very long time for my heart to heal.

I hope you are reading this knowing that a white rose text was never necessary. While my head spins with jealousy at the potential ways you could have sent me a white rose text, I still maintain a peace of mind knowing I have not (and hopefully will not) receive that text. I hope we’re on to happily ever after, knowing how we’ve avoided hurting one another. So here’s to happily ever after!

The 1.4-1.6% of my life you’ve been a part of has been so rewarding. You make me happy in so many ways. Just knowing I have you to support me is relieving enough. But knowing you love me nearly as much as I love you? It’s elevating.

If we get back together when you’re back, then I will continue to look forward to the many moments we have left to share. Being in Alaska at the moment, I am so, so excited for the prospect of going to Alaska with you (which is bound to happen eventually, if we’re together for long enough). All of the beautiful things I’ve seen would be that much more magnificent if I could share them with you.

Ultimately, that’s why I want to be with you so badly. Beyond my pining for you, the ease with which we co-exist is so freeing that I can imagine meeting every life goal I’ve set for myself with you by my side, helping me along. While girls of my past have felt like obstacles in my way of meeting these goals, a future with you just seems so… easy.

I love you very much. I hope this speaks to you.

#day9

Day8

Today was my first real day in Alaska! I sent you a ton of pictures because it made me think of you so much… Geez, I miss you. I keep wishing you were here with me to share these moments and your perspective on things.

I’ve brought you up so much, in so many different conversations. Some you’d be happy to hear about (me describing your experience in Alaska with airplanes), others you’d be pissed at me for sharing (Alpha Phi fight songs, heh). Either way, I think you’d be happy knowing how much you’re on my mind.

I don’t have a ton to say today - I wrote you a poem and a postcard so I’ve expressed how I feel pretty thoroughly today. I guess the only thing you should know is how consistently you still permeate my thoughts and experiences.

I love you so much, and I hope you’re still thinking of me as much as I’m thinking of you. I know you have distractions, but underlying those distractions and the drunkenness you numb yourself with, there’s got to be the love we shared. Unless I’m crazy, a year and a half doesn’t just wash down the drain in one week.

I only hope it lasts 4 months.

#day8

Day7

Four months plus summer? That’s a long time to go without seeing each other. I’m crazy about you, but even I’d be a fool to think nothing will change in those 4 months. I worry most about losing you to apathy… What if I lose the will to send you good night and good morning texts? Jealousy could do that to me…

Everyone says we’re so mature for how we’re going about this break. I don’t feel mature. I feel like a dumbass for giving my dream girl a potential opportunity out of my life.

The tricky thing about relationships is that they can never truly be one sided, yet they can be dictated according to one person’s wishes. I willed you into this relationship. You’ve found a break from it. And now I subconsciously want you to will us back together, so I know this notebook isn’t just me bouncing my feelings against a wall.

But I know you won’t do that. You’re too fickle, too indecisive. These words might remind you of the strength of what we had when you left, but these words alone won’t cause you to act. You’re still attached to the idea of being single in college, even if you’re equally attached to those memories of what we had.

I say what we had in the past tense because, 4 months from now, we won’t have it anymore. There may be a spark left, but our flame has died down to an ember. You’re going to see me for the first time expecting everything to come rushing back immediately - but it may not. It may even be awkward initially. But I swear to God, with every ounce of passion I still have in the wake of your departure, our love is worth fighting for. And if I tell you I don’t see it anymore, make me see it.

Every other girl I’ve been with has been tainted by my doubt. I’ll go backwards from you: Abby was too cold, and impossible for me to communicate with healthily. Randi was batshit crazy and left me with trust issues. Ellery was a sweet girl who I only led on because I didn’t feel a spark with her. Shelby was too simple and promiscuous. Hannah… I didn’t even really know Hannah, I just wanted a relationship. Izzie was shallow, and my emotions for her were limited to periodic infatuation. Emily was crazy and impulsive. And Holly… well, Holly was probably actually a catch, but I dated her in fourth and fifth grade and dumped her like a douche.

The point is that I can’t see a single thing I would want to change about you. There are things I would like you to do more, like text me when you’re abroad, or go on hikes and exercise with me. There are also things I’d like to do less, like talk about how attractive other guys are. But these are all just minor things you do: there is no facet of your personality I don’t love. Even the anti-PDA side of your personality has endeared itself to me, so long as I know you love me.

This package of personality traits is worth waiting for, and worth fighting for. And yes, my physical attraction to you helps in our relationship, but I’m physically attracted to plenty of ugly girls (in that they’re ugly on the inside, if that wasn’t clear). You’re special.

If you’ve read this far and haven’t called or texted me to get back together yet, please text me and tell me why. We’re so good together when we’re settled in with each other, and our future still has so much potential. But I want our relationship back on track as soon as possible. You told me the day you left that being single in college was the plan all along, but I pressured you into a relationship and you were so happy I did. Do you still feel that way? Do you at least remember why you felt that way?

Hey, however this relationship pans out, know you’ve been a huge part of my life and I will never forget about you. I wish you nothing but health, happiness and success. But I worry about your health too often, especially lately.

I assume this page falls under “tough love,” because you hate it every time I bring it up, but your health is going to suffer if you continue to function as you have thus far in college, and that stresses me out. I want you to live a really long time, so please be responsive to this.

You go out drinking more often than you exercise, by a large margin. You can blame the college lifestyle, but most of the partiers I know are also gym rats. If you continue to drink (and get drunk food) without balancing it out with exercise, you’re going to have serious health problems down the line. Please work out with me, whether we’re together or not.

I know I just pissed you off, but understand I’m saying this completely out of love for you. I swear this is the only time I’ll bring this up in your notebook, so you can keep reading without worry. Just please workout with me - it will improve your physical, mental and emotional state of being.

#day7

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