Me: I’m going to lose 15 more pounds for you. I’m going to get to 100.
M: I don’t want you to lose it for me. I want you to lose it for you. I want to see your face look like it did when you saw that picture of yourself in that dress, all the time. That was awesome. I told you that you’re beautiful.
Me: It’s very hard to see that in the mirror. How about I just let you be my mirror?
M: Fine with me. I’ll be your everything.
Me: You already are.