by Steph

It’s our first monthsary ever tomorrow. Excited and nervous and worried at the same time, I can’t help but to think about the most embarrassing thing that’s gonna happen tomorrow — when you hold my hands. My palms sweat a lot, naturally. I pray that I’m gonna be extremely comfortable with him tomorrow and not sweat at all, my palms. 

And I’m gonna skip class to go for our first monthsary ever. YOLO much. Life’s too short to not do that. 

I love him, so so much. I wanna hug the hell out of him. Smell him. Kiss him. And of course, love him.