It's coming up so quick now.
Is it really only a few more weeks?
Haven't even started to get ready yet.
And naturally, I'm nervous as hell.
And why shouldn't I be? I've never felt this way before, with ANYONE.
What if I fuck it up?
No, no, don't think like that.
Just gotta tell myself it'll go great (because it will) and punch on through.
From the first moment we met, somehow I knew.
Don't ask how. I thought maybe I was hallucinating.
And then I asked him to be my Valentine. So corny.
. . . But he said yes.
Who would say yes to that kind of corny . . .
Man, just . . . he would.
(counting the days)