There are a lot of things and people to shit on, and while I can do without this thing we have between us, he is still one of the few I am thankful for on the daily, the good bit of the worst days even in his (supposed) worst (translation: when I bitch about him bc otherwise why would I complain with a passion if I deem it unworthy of my time and energy...)

Things still don't feel real sometimes, but a moment is just a small fraction of the day. 

I still want to get run over by a truck though.