i read it at work.

then kept reading it.

she wrote me this:

"home should definetly be happy and great and somewhere i want to be. it should be with someone i want to be with, someone i get along with great, someone i love. so, yeah, home could definetly be with you."

the feeling i had, reading that, was incredible.

but she didnt stop writing.

"to be able to wake up to you and fall asleep with you and see you smile and hear you laugh and to see you do that thing you do when you i scratch the back of your head, all of that would be great. i would be complete."

i've never had anyone say that to me. that i complete any part of them. i've been parts of people before, soul mates once or twice, but never a completion.

and i understand what she means. my arms want nothing more than to wrap around her and pull her close.

that feels right.

i make her happy. i dont know how, or why, but i do.

and god damn.

how could it get any better?

well, i mean, after you know getting her mom to like me and being able to just call kim up or talk to whenever.