The amount of times I have repeated.
“Fuck label”.
In my head since the last time I met Ginny is insane.
I have come to realise that I don’t care about labels or getting married.
I don’t care if she wants kids or not.
I just care about her.
I want her.
I want to be with her all the time.
Forever.
I’m literally okay with anything she wants.
Because there’s no one else for me.
I don’t want anybody else.
