It's just one of those moments in my life where I can't help but think how well off I have it. Instantaneously I become a demographic with those who feel sudden sudden bursts of euphoria; but I can almost swear, it feels like more than that right now. 

I love you. I'll give us 100%.

It's naive, but I want to spend as much time as I can with you. Be reckless. Travel the world. The city. Just getting lost together. It sounds so damn corny and romantic but I don't know.

Until recently, I was always the guy out of my friends who was basically single while everyone was finding someone to be with. Always the third wheel. The one who sat on the side as my friends kissed and cuddled with their boyfriends/girlfriends. 

I can't help but say that finally, finally I have someone I can commit to. Someone that's actually worth trying to keep. No more of those stupid nights spent wondering when the hell I was going to get someone too.
And then you came along. As your bestfriend, I would have never known. And you would have never known either. But I'm glad it happened. I'm glad us happened. Because I can go to sleep at night and know someone really loves me. Because I can wake up in the morning and know someone still really loves me. And I can bitch and be annoying and fuck up and yet there's still someone that really loves me.