Honestly I should remind people that this is a story that is an autobiography. I am a regressor and a writer who is writing this story as a proposal. The only good thing I ever had was Khalessi. She gave me memories that were unforgettable.
Whenever I was experiencing the absolute pain of [Borderline Personal Disorganization]. I would always think of the memories that Khalessi did. I write this entire book practically like it's an emotional marriage for her.
I'm starting to understand what it means to lay my life down. I guess I'm ready to lay both my life down and make this my 0th rough draft. It's random but it's for that one viewer, Khalessi.