Gracie,
You’ve no idea how fucking happy I am that you agreed to become my assistant.
I’m pretty certain I’ll drive you insane, but I figure you’ll forgive me like you always do.
You’re a blessing in my life—I don’t think you know that and you should.
Maybe I can prove that to you over the next couple months. Maybe I can show you how you make me feel because, fuck knows, telling you is impossible.
Why is it hard to be open with you? You’re so fucking blunt and easy as hell to talk to, but when it comes to this shit, I just can’t get the words out.
I know for a fact you don’t remember what happened at Amelia’s wedding. I’m not sure if I’m sad about that or annoyed.
Still, the deadline hasn’t hit yet. There’s no need to push things, and if I have my way, we won’t need to wait until we’re 35.
Liam
