A text at 2AM sent to the lover: I wanted Dan’s Burgers. So that’s what we got for dinner after work. Simple old smash burgers, fries, and one vanilla milkshake. I wanted to check out a hiking backpack after, so we went to my favorite sports store (he was patient all in all). Bought some lemon water at a coffee shop; he grabbed a sticker for me because he knew I’d want something to do with it in my journal. In the end, I got a safari hat. / Luteal phase hormones were kicking in (I wanted the world to end). He held me as I went through the motions. We had Japanese curry rice for our next dinner and went shopping for some clothes for Islalila. I went to check out (but he promised to get them for me, so he did). We bought some oranges at the store right before they closed. I held his hand tight, not wanting to let go. / He always had matcha latte (no sugar, no ice) in the fridge waiting, to wake me up from my dreamless sleep. And was always gentle with my weekend oversleeping schedule. And a really long hug to start the day. / I never could understand what I did to deserve a love like that. But then I looked in the mirror and found the answer.