Mnyamata
I am so proud of us. Of you.
We could've given in so many times today, we were so tempted. We wanted each other so badly.
But we held out.
From 12 pm to 12 am, we were strong. And we laughed and we talked and played arcade games and ate ice cream like little kids. And even though we gave in just now, even though we did what we'd promised not to do, I am so proud. We held out so long and that means we can do it again.
We will do it again.

And after, when you were driving me home, you,  in what I interpreted as an apology, talked for 10 minutes listing every reason why you love me. I cried and you opened the car door for me and held my things and called me your teary princess.

And my mom is frustrated that I'm home late and I'm afraid that the Pale Man from Pan's Labyrinth is coming to eat me, but at the same time, I'm at peace. A melancholy peace where I think about bad things just so I can make them good. I hope you have peace tonight my love. I hope you can remember every single kiss. And I hope you know that I am so proud of us.

Ndimakukonda