one month: i was in love and happiest i've ever been.
two months: 'this will never end' i thought daily.
three months: a part of me died when you tried leaving me.
four months: i knew i would never leave.
five months: 'how much deeper can i fall in love?' something i thought every time you smiled.
six months: half a year with the love of my life and i've never been happier.
seven months: 'do you still love me?' something i asked a lot.
eight months: we're forever and always.
and now as nine months is approaching, i don't know what the fuck i'm thinking anymore.
