Articles of War.

we were raised by wolves, and we are still wild.
Her: I don't know. It's such a gamble.
Him: Listen, we're gonna fight. We're gonna scream. We're gonna fucking hate each other, sometimes. Maybe you won't want to see me for days, even weeks. You'll pile pillows up between us in bed, you'll make me sleep on the couch. You'll think about killing me, and I'll think about killing you. I'll hate you so much, all because I won't be able to formulate the proper words or actions to show you how much I love you. Because I won't feel good enough, and because I won't feel worthy of you. I'll be so mad at myself for not being able to love you properly, that I'll take it out on you. But I'll make it up to you, some way, some how. In your weakest moments, I'll hold you tightest. Your skin will be the only skin I'll want against mine. I'll never want to taste anybody else's mouth. I'll never want to laugh with anybody else. I'll never be able to imagine laying in bed with someone else. Because I fucking love you, I love you so much that it makes me lightheaded and delirious. It makes me stupid and crazy, but knowing that you love me back will be worth all my emotions.