First is a poem I am writing wrote:
When it's dark,
your soft hand so applied to mine,
fears fade away,
thirst is quenched,
hate is conquered,
Spreading the germs of love,
lighting my fire,
purifying my faith,
I place my hand in yours,
And find a brighter day.

I think I want to marry Julie. That would be more selfish than anything I had done before. Yesterday I tried to find a reason it's wrong yesterday. But I've found seven it's right today. And it's only 2:57AM on Monday. It's funny because a few nights ago I dreamt I asked to marry her, but what I meant in the dream was only in the biblical sense, like as a flirt.