this morning #1325.

this morning, i’ve finally come to accept that nothing about our love is normal. not a single thing. never has been. never will be. that’s quite alright though. magical even. think about it. we met at a search for a missing little girl. it’s a shame that they never found her. how about our first date? i never thought i’d meet a gal who’s as into cryptozoology as i am. when you suggested that we meet up at the museum, i knew you were the one. how about our first names? i have the same one as your last boyfriend. yours is the same as my mom’s. there ain’t nothing wrong with that. we’re a one-of-a-kind couple. completely unique. i’d be bored if it was any other way.