Because I want to write stories with you, all of them, for the rest of my days. I want to discover you, discover us, word by word, sentence by beautifully written sentence, page by wondrous page. I want to write histories and futures as they unfold to fill book upon book with tales of happily ever after because for the first time in all of my days, I believe there is such a thing.
I want you. I need you.
Because I love just talking to you when it’s absolute nonsense and we laugh like idiots over things that shouldn’t even be funny. I just love laughing with you when we’re not just lovers but friends, too. You’re my best friend.
Because, quite simply, it feels as if we’ve known each other forever, even from that first day almost. And there is something magical about that.
Because of heat and melting into puddles, bed spa pool things and sleepovers. You’re so silly and I love that I can be as silly with you.
Because I have learned so much about myself just by knowing you and I am still learning. Your patience, your kindness, your absolute transparency, your genuine, unfaltering and unconditional love are everything to me. You’re my world ♥
You believed in moments not conceived.
You believed in me.