We were never supposed to be together.
That didn’t stop you from stealing everything from me ─ my passion, my heart, and my soul. It was more than some childish lust of teen years, you became everything to me. My first kiss. My first lover. My first broken heart. My first realization that you were the one.
So when the world is shit, we both know how much it is now, I look at you and remember all the moments we kissed, all the times spent in bed doing nothing. It makes it all worth it to keep going. Stealing those little moments together, even when you act like a giant asshole, I know what and who you really are. You’re the one I love, the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.
End of the world or not.





















