Please. Stay.

This time last year, I was packing up my stuff to move home for what would be a little over a month without you. I still remember the way my heart felt that day. Broken. Empty. Hurt. Irreparable. That month was the worst of my life. Try as I might, I will never forget.

This year, however... I'm laying in your bed. You're in the shower. We're about to head off to vote, before spending the day together watching Harry Potter. We're going away together in a week, and we're planning our future. 

A lot can change in a year, and for that, I could not be more grateful.