I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

For some reason, I still have doubts that she could be the one, even though I know it. Others are dull compared to her, and she has the resiliency to stay crazy and young. Growing old is no excuse for growing up. Nobody is perfect, but she is as close to perfection as I could ask for. She is the eyes of blue and I love her and want to live for her, and that is all I’ve wanted all along. Now my only worry is what to do now that my life is complete.

Worried about what to do now that your life is complete. Sorry, but I gotta laugh at that one. Haaa ahahaahahah aha haahhahahaha hahahahaha haahaahhaha aha haha ha…haha..he…whew. Good one.