There are ups and downs. There are highs and lows.

When we are fighting or arguing, I need you to think to yourself:

“Are there more highs than lows?” “Is there more happiness than sadness?”

If not, leave my tail in the dust. If there is more happiness, put on your fighting gear.

I am stubborn. Probably one of the most stubborn women you will ever meet. I will fight for what I think is right and for the things I love. But hopefully the fighting is nothing compared to the highs you get with me.

When you think of happiness with me, I want you to remember all of the times we laughed so hard that our abs hurt. I want you to remember our really loud and bad singing in your truck. I want you to remember our midnight barefoot dancing in my dorm room under my twinkle lights. I want you to remember our stop light kisses and how bad I am at being your big spoon (I make a much better back pack).

Remember when you shaved your leg for the 5K and I couldn’t cuddle you for weeks? Remember that time you admitted to liking Grey’s Anatomy? Yeah, me too. Oh and when you found out how bad I really am at playing the piano along with every other instrument in history.

But if you do end this, we will never get to invite our teacher to our wedding as a 'thank you' for blindly setting us up.

But you will get to cut (or not cut) your facial hair however you like, without harassment. And you can wear your short-shorts to go running whenever you like.

There will be too many things to miss.

I’ll miss my friends taking candid Snapchats of us outside.

I’ll miss you singing love songs to me.

I’ll miss you kissing my hand when you’re driving.

I’ll miss joking with you about how we met and giving you a hard time.

But I’ll miss you. My big spoon. My guppy. My honey.

I love you.

I will always want to keep fighting with you.