NAT.
JNo one in their right mind hates those jeans, Natasha.
It does help. It helps a lot.
I think about you naked a lot. I'm thinking about you naked right now.
I don't. It feels weird - like I have to say every little thought that comes into my head.
I know you like to joke about our sex tape and I shut it down. Not because I'm not opposed to making it, it seems kind of fun actually. I just don't want anyone to see it. The way you look at me - no one else has ever seen you like that and I love that. I love that that's all mine. I love you. So much. December is way too far away and if I didn't think you'd kill someone because it'd ruin the plans you have made, I'd marry you tomorrow.
I ate three cans of Pringles today. I know you hate that. I'm sorry. But I was hungry and we had nothing in the fridge.
You're right. We need life insurance. I can pretend to be a teacher. I hate the idea of leaving James without enough too. I hate the idea of leaving him in general - and you. I know you're scared of me dying, I am too, Nat. I never used to be scared of dying before, never really had anything I'd be leaving behind.