The house’s moods could shift walls. We lived on a boat, tossed by moods. I had no control of anything, growing up.

From the first time I met you, I knew what I wanted.

Does he become the guy or is it another guy? I still can’t tell yet. Right now he’s almost the guy but he isn’t the guy.

I’m worried because I’ve reverted back to I/you statements instead of we. And I’m preparing myself for what it will be like when he’s with someone else, trying to numb myself to it. Is it me facing reality or a self-fulfilling prophecy? I’m not sure. I feel like I don’t know up from down these days.

If there’s something that bothers you about a person’s past, it’s probably not the past you have a problem with but something in the present.