He loves me and wants to be with me forever but then he thinks we shouldn't be together anymore and tells me to leave him because he's just some old white guy and I don't want to be with him anyway (he says). And now he loves me and wants to be with me forever, again, and we should get a food truck and drive around the country making delicious foods and being happy forever. (Not a bad idea, actually.) Not to be a bring down (I am), but goddamn, I am exhausted. I feel like the reality I live in is operating on some strange, slightly skewed parallel to the reality that everyone else lives in. Leave me, we shouldn't be together anymore, marry me are hard for me to tackle in the span of one night's conversation. So tired.