Finding your perfect someone is all well and good until..

You find yourself lying next to them at night, wide awake worrying about “what if something happens to them? What if they walk out the door and a bird missile launches itself into them, or what if they drive to work in the morning and they’re ‘that’ accident on the motorway, or what if they just simply stop breathing one day?” And then you’re just staring at them while they’re asleep like some kind of weirdo like omgggggg plz don’t die

Like fucking hell brain give it a rest you lunatic!