Well. We had a huge row in the journals over mosquitoes, can you believe that he thought I was being absurd-- something I can't even remember, and at five-thirty in the morning he bangs on my door, soaking wet and proceeds to go on and on about how he was worries about me and thought we'd broken up and then all of a sudden, there's a ring.
Honestly I thought it was a dream for a bit sigh--no sigh--sigh
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