I'm sorry to what we have become. It's no longer the same. What was once excitement is now all but a tired stare. You used to touch and love me, all the right ways. We used to laugh, like sugared up five year olds at a fart joke. I miss those days. I know you're trying baby, but I don't know if it will be enough for us to see this through.

You barely make ends meet even though your salary is good. You've got bills, loans, student loans, all stupid, yet things needed to survive. I'm a friggin student, hoping someone will give me a chance. I see the strain and sleepless nights all over your face. You don't need another worry, I know it would be easier if I just left. But there's something beautiful about you, those eyes how they smile when you're happy. I'd give up everything I have to see the smile in your eyes.

We've got all the odds against us—ten years age difference, long distance, you like peas... I don't. It's a tough world, and few hate us. You're the peanut butter to my jelly sandwich. I'm trying baby, and will see this thing to the sad end if it has to be. —My Peanut Butter Meep Sandwich