To my next girlfriend:
Hi. I'm Carter. I don't eat pickles, and I don't eat pork.
I think you're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever talked to. I reiterate things when I mean them: I think you're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever talked to.
I am an artist and a hopeless romantic. I spend most of my day in my head overanalyzing almost everything. I know I'm weird. I'm learning to love that about myself.
I got a big-ass head. I also got a big-ass...heart.
I deal with depression—pretty heavy sometimes. And I have really bad anxiety, but at the same time, I'm a people person. I'm trying to understand how I'm such a contradiction, but maybe you will learn to love this. In the same way, I'm learning to love myself.
And on the topic of love, if we're gonna be together, I want you to understand that this relationship isn't gonna start in emotions. I'd like it to start as a decision. I need you to decide to love me in the same way that someone decides to go to work every day.
I need you to understand that change is going to happen. We're going to change as people. This relationship may not end in marriage; it may not end at all. But if it ends, it will end in change. We're not going to leave this the same people that we came in. I need you to be open to this change in the same way that I need to be open to this change.
I need you to be understanding because some days I don't know myself, so I know I'll be hard to recognize.