I think the best thing in my life is my girlfriend, my future wife, my best friend, Elizabeth Marsh. I wish she knew that. I wish she knew the way I felt. I wish she knew how much I try to do better for her. I love everything about her/us.
It’s the perfect relationship, minus me. In other words. She’s perfect. I fuck up. I disappoint her. I do things that shouldn’t be done and it’s fucked up.
She gives and gives and gives, and puts in her all. I appreciate everything that she has given to me, literally and metaphorically. She has changed my life in the best of ways. In every way possible.
I love the time we spend together in her basement, watching movies. Cuddling. Talking. I love going to shows with her. Talking to her all day, every day. I love car rides with her. Late night sonic stops. Introducing her to my friends, showing off the best thing about me.
We’ve been together since July, and I can’t wait for the rest of our lives. I am completely in love with her. I’m the luckiest and happiest man in the world, and if it weren’t for her, I’d honestly be dead right now.
Elizabeth, I love you.
(October 7th 2011/July 2011 - Forever) 
