I try not to laugh at the fact that even when she’s drunk, she has a hard time saying it. “Where do you want me to take you?” She drops her head back against my chest. “You can just keep carrying me. It’s very relaxing.
I'll always be with you, inside and out," she reads. "Through hard times and helpless ones, through love, through doubt.
You've always had a good grasp on what's right and wrong. You just have a hard time admitting that sometimes you choose the wrong.
I realize that even through the hard times I’m sure we’ll face, I’ll never be able to walk away from her. -Micha
