i think i love you. i can't tell you that yet already. not after just six weeks.
i think you love me. you've already called me perfect after just six weeks.
you are so special.
here's my solemn promise to myself, and to us, that the only two permittable reasons for us ever splitting up are: 1) your family's disquiet over my skin colour not matching yours; 2) your disquiet over your plans to have children not matching my plans to avoid having them.