In Which I Find My Boyfriend's Journal And Resolve To Bully Him Til The End Of Time For Starting Every Entry With "In Which" (He's The Cutest Ever)
Hello and welcome to my fans and admirers (I know that's you, Peter, you can admit it).
Well, love, I've read your journal down to the last page and I'm afraid it's confirmed that I love you more! In fact, I'm rather unimpressed. I was hoping for more dramatic pining, but I'll take what I can get. I'm shocked it took you so long to notice you liked me. No normal person is that desperate to figure out what scent someone is wearing. Personally, I knew since the fifth time you asked me. That is, until you made me second guess everything I know about how people act when they like someone.
Anyways, I want you to know that you are adorable, sweetheart. I might just steal this and read it every night before I go to sleep. Or maybe at our wedding.
Alright now I really have to take it because you cannot catch me talking about our wedding at this age.
The point is I hope you know how much you mean to me. I love you, Pete.
-Gil
PS. Oh, and you'll NEVER find out the cologne I wear.