There's a reason to smile more than usual. There has been ever since he told me he felt the same.

Sometimes I'd put that song on repeat and just think about him for an hour or so. Sometimes I still do.

The little things get me through the day. It's to Jimmy Eat World and those nights in his car. Hangovers with love. Lesbians in the Sims.

He doesn't even turn away when I'm complaining, or loathing, or crying.

"Once I was choosing what colour sharpener to buy, and I bought green because I thought 'Jo likes green'." If that's not the cutest thing ever, I don't know what is.

I remember the night he lent me his bed because I was a drunken fool. I remember waking up and looking at his posters and certificates, and finding out his full name is "James Lindsay Dalrymple".

Once I came back from the bathroom and there was a note on the pillow that said "Hey Jo I love you". "I love you too".

The next morning another one: "Hey Jo I still love you."

I don't want to start thinking about where I'd be without him.

Take away everything else in my life. Nothing else but he and I. We don't need those decorations. All we need is this.

He has healed so many sores. No incisions for seven months now.

"I think this is a bit special. I think this is a keeper."

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"Jo, I think you're the most amazing and beautiful person ever, and I could go on and on saying that but it takes too long to say every time, so I'm just going to say that I love you."

Tell someone how you feel about them. I dare you. That's how this started.