He loves her with all of his heart. She does too.
He wonders about their differences, and if it meant that they shouldn't be together. He wanted to go out sometimes, she didn't. She did not like crowds. He was... whatever with it.
There would be frustration, compromises. He would get upset over social events, she would get upset over entertainment. They are still going strong though.
We sat down at a bench.
"Listen, I need you guys to fucking make it okay. You need to!"
"I don't think I will leave her. Not in a million years. If she asked me to..."
He paused, we looked out at the softball game that's going on.
The blue team is really bad at catching, they're making it up with hitting though. The green team is just average. The referee is taking it way too seriously though.
"If she asked me to, I would do it..., but I'll probably end up like you."
"Well I don't think you have to worry about that, nobody ends up like me."
I pointed at him, did the "look at me" motion.
"Hey, you better try your fucking hardest."