“You know I’m never getting married and I’m the last person in the world to end up in a committed relationship but you’ll stop me if I end up with the wrong person. Right?” Tears blurred my gaze. “What if you tell me I don’t know that person or your relationship? What if you don’t talk to me for five days—or longer? What should I do if it seems like you’ll choose them over me?” “I’m gonna need you to slap me,” she said simply. “Just haul off and give me a head-snapping slap.”
I fucking love her
