I look at you and I'm home.

I love Matt. So much. No one else would spend a weekend with me happily watching 101 Dalmations and Finding Nemo and looking up people on facebook that were in my elementary school yearbook. And he tells me how happy he is that I am his. And I am so happy that I am his. I am happy this is my space. My H key sticks and I am still so happy with life. I hate that tomorrow is Monday. I do not want to leave this little broken space for the world. I want to stay. Man, I have never wanted so badly to stay. It is hard to imagine who I would be without this or who I would be if I had stayed in Miami.