I can’t even explain how much I love you.
The moment you’re near, something in me lights up, and I feel my eyes sparkle before I can stop them. You don’t have to do anything. Your presence alone is enough to turn an ordinary day into one I’ll remember.
We’ve been through so much together.
The good days, the hard days, the days we almost lost our way. Every one of them is part of our story, and I wouldn’t trade a single page, because each one brought me here, next to you.
To me, you are perfect.
When I look around, all I see is you. And it was never my intention to make you feel bad, or judged, about yourself or about us. If I ever did, that was never what my heart meant.
Our relationship isn’t perfect, and I know that.
But it’s ours, and it’s real, and it’s enough for us. I don’t need a perfect story. I need this one, with you.
Two hearts, one story, and the best chapters are still unwritten.
Whatever comes next, I want to face it with you, hand in hand, one page at a time.