If she doesn’t scare the hell out of you a little, she’s not the one.
That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.
I am scared of falling in love, of craving you every second of every day, of needing you, of being addicted to you. I am scared of missing you more than I can handle, of losing you and myself in you. I am scared of not being enough, and of seeing my insufficiency in your eyes
RIP Stormageddon (“Stormy”) the guinea pig. You loved mixed lettuce, fruit, and chewing the bars of your cage to get me to come over and see you.
He has been given an Egyptian sendoff, surrounded by leafy greens, guinea pig treats, and his favorite flavoured wood chew to gnaw on in the afterlife.
Your wheeks, popcorning and presence will be greatly missed.