So Carlos is back in the hospital, but it doesn’t matter because I know he’ll be alright and that we’re definitely FOR KEEPS. What other couple would go through the crap we’ve gone through and come out on the other side seemingly unscathed? We’re friggin’ AWESOME. I know for sure that this is love and that I’m all in…despite everything. Crazy, loving, psycho, exhausting us. Forever. That is, until we disconnect only to reconnect in the next life. Bound. Edward and Bella, Jacob and Renesmee. Always. I never thought I’d be here again. But it seems that he loves me, warts and all. I guess that this is what love is. It is the ability to find that person; seek them out in a crowd even when you’re pissed and going crazy. Love isn’t pretty at all. It isn’t like what the storybooks say. It’s definitely an irrational feeling that connects you to someone even when you feel like you can’t handle any more hurdles. Truth is, you can. Truth is, you will. No matter how you feel, look or sound. It’s that feeling like you’ll go to the ends of the earth for the person. And I do. And I will. Forever. For always. I love you, Carlos. I’m butt-crazy in love with you. I just didn’t even know it. Now, I do. Surprise, surprise. And, oh yeah…DUH.