We've been dating for about a year, and I love you more than anything. We both had such sunshiney personalities that it was perfect. I just got out of surgery, so I was high on morphine. You were sitting next to me, holding my hand, trying to talk to me. I look over at my mom and say, "I'm keeping her mama," I point at you and whisper loudly, "she makes my heart go like boom boom. Like whoa, fucking boom. All. The. Time,"