Tragically and unavoidably, Justin Trudeau will never be your boyfriend, husband, or—probably—your friend. He will likely never paddle up to you in a kayak. He probably won't ask you to build a pillow fort with him. He'll never sidle up to you and whisper "I'm a feminist" in your ear. This is because he's married to one Sophie Grégoire Trudeau. Their relationship is infectiously adorable, and their tendency to kiss in public places deserves our immediate attention.
Status: mildly thirsty, but dealing with it.
Status: becoming uncomfortable due to level of thirst.
Status: trapped in a desert with no water.
Status: potentially dead.
Status: trying to can, but simply cannot.
Status: why isn't this my life.
Status: currently getting maple leaf tattoo.
Status: "One Is the Loneliest Number" on repeat.
Status: hearts melting.
Status: finding nearest political rally in hopes of recreating this moment with a Trudeau poster.
Status: quite literally deceased.