What’s the deal with this whole romance thing? Does anyone get it? Is any of it true? I don’t know who my soulmate is, but I hope they’re taking care of my heart, because I’ll want it back soon. Please don’t break me. I’m fragile. I can’t be hurt anymore. Not after what I’ve been through to get to you. All these love poems and love songs. All these nights sitting up in my bed thinking about what my kids will look like and who my wife will be. I hope I know you now, so I won’t have to get used to you later. I hope you make cute babies, because I need to make mom and dad proud. I’m drowning in my fear of dying alone. But I don’t need to, because I’ve got you babe. Wherever you are. Whether you sit at my lunch table, or if you barely know me. I know I have you.