To Dylan

thirty-four

From Dylan:

hey

To Dylan:

hey, everything okay?

From Dylan:

yeah today was an okay day. no fights. think mom found a place.

To Dylan:

you seem off though?

From Dylan:

i’m fine

To Dylan:

i am a teenage girl. i’ve told my parents that bullshit excuse enough to know that you’re lying. what’s wrong?

From Dylan:

it’s the same stuff, don’t worry about it

To Dylan:

obviously i’m going to worry about it. is it still because you think you’re not good enough or?

From Dylan:

i guess. it’s stupid. i just don’t get why you would like me you know. like look at you.

To Dylan:

i really hate how you didn’t feel this way until recently, dylan. like look at YOU. you’re nice, you’re funny, you’re smart, you’re attractive. who wouldn’t like you?

From Dylan:

i love you

From Dylan:

that’s a thing now right

From Dylan:

we can say that to each other?

To Dylan:

course we can, doofus. love you too

From Dylan:

good. i mean like it feels good to know that you still love me even though i’m all messed up.

To Dylan:

they don’t say in sickness and in health and for richer or for poorer and all that for nothing

From Dylan:

who says i wanna marry you?

To Dylan:

dick

From Dylan:

but you love me, right?

To Dylan:

of course.