Three days ago, I loathed you. I used to dream about you getting hit by a cab. Or poisoned. Then we had our little adventure up in Alaska and things started to change. Things changed when we kissed. And when you told me about your tattoo. Even when you checked me out when we were naked. But I didn’t realize any of this, until I was standing alone… in a barn… wife-less. Now, you can imagine my disappointment when it suddenly dawned on me that the woman I love is about to be kicked out of the country. So Margaret. Marry me. Because I’d like to date you.
#this is an accurate representation of me trying to introduce friends to a new fandom
