Olivia, I'm afraid I do sometimes catch you looking at musclier men. I'm not mad or anything, because I know how much you love me, and I can pretty much sense the guilt you feel for looking at others. You're constantly saying how you like my biceps, but really that's only strong because I Fence and everything else on me is flabby...
I know you secretly want me to have more muscle, but at the same time you love me for who I am, so dammit am I fortunate. It's just that... no matter how hard I try I just can't commit to both losing weight and getting some muscle. Gym membership is out of the question, because we're moving in together soon, so we'll be far away somewhere else. I try and work out at home, but every time I just... stop. I just seem to lack the motivation to try and better myself physically for you. Maybe I'm too certain that we'll always be together... I know I should continue to better myself for both you - and me as well - and I feel so bad when I give up.
I promise you this: Once we've moved and we're settled, I'm dieting and going to the gym regularly. You are a beautiful girl who just never seems to stop caring, and you really do deserve whatever effort I can give to make myself more appealing. I'm lucky to have you. I'm also lucky that you do find me attractive, but you secretly want me stronger, in the same way some guys want their girlfriend's boobs bigger. I promise that, for you, I will.
You are all wittness to my promise, fellow Escapiees.