So let's say the gym didn't go exactly as I'd imagined myself confessing my feelings

And that it just sort of came out accidentally.

Also, much as I obviously adore Simon, everything makes him uncomfortable, it's just one of his many quirks that I find endearing, so he's just sort of fucked for life there to begin

I think about him ALL THE TIME, you don't even know

We'll have this all sorted soon enough anyway, you'll see

Then we'll all laugh

About how silly and awkward this was

And we'll tell our adopted snot-nosed grandchildren about this and bore the shit out of them with it some day

And they'll steal our prescriptions

Just as it should be