“Okay! Nope! Not going over there.” I use my grip on your shoulders to steer you away from railing on this rooftop. You whine in protest, but I know you’ll thank me later.

We’re at a party celebrating one of your friend’s engagement and you went a bit…overboard with the open bar.

Leading up to this party you kept dropping subtle, joking hints about the fact that all of your friends have been getting married or engaged, and I can’t help but feel like this has something to do with that. After 4 years, I understand.

I’m waiting for the perfect moment, okay?

Luckily, those four years have taught me how to take care of you when you get drunk. You always get a bit…rowdy. You’re like a kid in a candy store with everything. Wanting to touch, see, and talk about anything.

I think it’s adorable and I’m happy to be the one to look after you. Even if that means keeping you from accidentally falling over railings because you wanted to see the “ant people” down below.

“Come on, we’re gonna go get you some water.”