2018, where even the lows are pretty damn high. Asked her to marry me. She said yes. She wants simple. I love her. We do have issues but they’re not warning signs: they’re me throwing off the vestiges of old p. The p of fear is no me.
This makes me want to document some of my 2018 a little better. When it’s going great, I have a tendency to not write. I will work on that.
