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.

It’s not a rare moment for me to be amazed by her and astounded by my destiny. To find your dream girl and have her love you with wanting nothing more than to be loved back – it is the most wonderful thing that I could ever attain. Now I want only to live up to her worth. I want to grow to her height, and gods, I want her to know that I will love her eternally.

I sincerely hope that I shared at least a little of this sentiment with her. What’s the point of writing all the good shit like this down and not telling the person?