Feels so weird and unnatural, to be doing something without you. You’re so intertwined with my life, that I can’t do without you in any aspect of my life. Vulnerable I have become, yes, but only to you. That’s the price of happiness with you, and it’s a price I gladly pay. For your hold on my heart is immutable, unchanging, unceasing. Such it is that any supposed moment of happiness, if passed without you, would become a moment of sadness, for our moments are to be shared, for all moments on.