drill me.

It's substantial in it's creation, something with merit and thought that warrants a commitment to seeing it through. This commitment entails not settling or compromising in an area that is much more important than the choice of dinner or the color of new lip gloss. 

A lot of people can find loopholes in their own convictions. It's a talent a lot of people posses and excuse away with the ease of skipping flossing that morning...not a big deal in the moment.

But, it is a big deal. A few mornings like that and your teeth begin to hate you, they start securing their place in draining your fledging bank account and ensuring you avoidance of the white coated drill holding person- one that talks to you with your mouth full and expects you to answer. The problem is that is easily fixed after a terrifying afternoon, the first not so much. The first lasts until you find vices to help you sustain it, or find the strength to get out with bruises inside.

I had an amazing example, a testament of how a guy should be, how he should treat his love. And it's ruined me in a good way. So, I am ending it before it really gets started, before the name has connotation, before I regret compromising. God was fabulous enough to bless me with a perfect example, and I owe it to myself to prevent emotional cavities. After all, I have enough real ones that need fixing already.