My girlfriend had fallen asleep about two hours ago, but there I sat, just looking up at the ceiling as I pondered about what we had done before she fell asleep.

I proposed to her. I told her that I wanted her to stay ‘til I’m in the grave, ‘til I rot away. That if she goes, I’m going, too. It’s always been her. I don’t think I could love her more than I do right now. We might be young, but I’ll love her ‘til the day that I die.

I made a promise, and I will keep it.