On perfect Sunday afternoons all I can do is think about you. About being with you. About all of the things we could be doing. The places we could be wandering off together. I don’t even like coffee but I’d sit outside on a patio and drink it with you. You annoy me on a regular basis yet I still come back around day after day. The things you say make me squirm uncomfortably given that they are too cute to possibly be real. But you are real. And I guess I am real, after all. And we are here. Now. There’s a quote that goes, “I don’t deserve you, but God, I want to. I want to spend the rest of my life trying to deserve you.” And I don’t think that’s ever been ever to ring more true than now. And how do I know? Because not only do I want to be better everyday for you, but I also know I need to. I don’t “have to” because you’re so embracing and accepting - but I, myself, wouldn’t have it any other way than to be a better me for you. To do whatever it takes to look across the table at you. To hold your hand on a long drive every Sunday afternoon to come.