"at some point, i should probably tell her that my love language is whichever one she wants it to be so she can stop guessing. i'll make sure that girl feels loved however she needs."
God, please let me have a job that doesn’t take away my spark for life. A job that still lets me appreciate the wind blowing through the trees, that doesn’t leave me so exhausted I can’t even scramble some eggs for dinner when I get home.