Eleven months.

When you look into my eyes, what do you see?

The Ghost of Past Decisions comes to haunt again and again.

Thank you :)

I could live the rest of my life perfectly content with you. And Zorro.
And I wouldn't mind bb there every once in a while to spice things up.
Let's make it happen.
Love you.

It really is the guitar man.

Promises are made to be broken.
They are made to be broken.
Promises are made for the sole purpose of being broken.

Bipolar disorder.

I feel like I don't even know you...

I'm afraid to think about what I've gotten myself into this time.

Happy birthday, darling.