For you, my love
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Three years. One question.
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Three years ago,
I started loving you.
I didn't plan it. I didn't ask permission.
You just quietly became the truest thing about me.
1,096
Days of you
Some loud. Some quiet. Every one of them, yours.
- My calm when the world is loud.
- My laugh at the end of a long day.
- The first person I want to tell everything to.
The rules I've followed
- Be careful.
- Be patient.
- Don't say too much.
- Wait for the "right time."
But you once said
If you wanted to,
you would.
So here it is
I want to.
I'm willing to break every rule. Every "not now." Every "what will people say." Every reason we ever gave ourselves to wait.
The slow mornings.
The ordinary Tuesdays.
The arguments that end in laughing.
The happily ever after.
The real one. With you.
I want to. Now I need to know…
Will you?
Will you be my man while we figure this out together?
Then let's go.
Happy three years.
Still choosing you, today and every day after.