I really don’t have any jokes for this one. He’s just your boyfriend. That’s all. You’re in love with him. In a way, you always have been. He’s your best friend and your missing piece. He’s not perfect. But you aren’t either. And, in a way, the two of you are perfect together. Not perfect like a happily-ever-after, rom-com, you-had-me-at-hello fairy tale perfect, but perfect like the two of you can look the future and say, with relative certainty, that you want to face it together. There will be hard times. There will be fights and heartache. But there’s going to be difficulties anyway, whether you’re in love or otherwise. So, really, you just have to decide whether you want to try to fashion some modicum of happiness out of this joy-sucking nightmare land we call Life with somebody else at your side, or whether you want to go it alone. And when it comes down to it, you choose to be with someone. You choose Johnny Gold.
You know when it’s right.