When I'm with him, no one else in the world exists but us. When he looks at me, I melt inside. He looks at me the way you used to.

He's really the only person that can keep up with me right now. Please, can we keep this moving smoothly? I've been trying so hard to take this slow, but I really don't want to. Hm..

God, I haven't felt like this in years. It's a little bizarre how much him and I get along. Murder by Death, Westerns, special effects make-up, zombies, movies in general, and the list goes on and on. These are specifically just the most important ones to me right now. Oh! And whisky. The man loves to drink just as much as I do. Joking about poppin' a xanax after the movie. Who does that? Other than me, at least. God, we can we just cut the bullshit and fast forward to next year. Ugh.