I don’t think I’ve ever imagined myself walking down the aisle and reciting vows in front of familiar faces until I met you. What if I have gone to the movies that night? Or grabbed a venti Caramel Macchiatto at the nearest Starbucks? Life for me was a flight with no destination. A movie with an open ending. An artist with a blank canvass. Until you. Until you happened. I can no longer imagine myself waking up without your ‘good morning’. Nor could I ever imagine watching the next animated movie without me leaning on your shoulders. I want you to be the person I’d spend my Valentines with. The one I’d first call when something random happens, and the one I wanna share beautiful sunsets with. You’re the arms I wanna drown myself into, the eyes I want to be drawn into, and the lips I want to make love to. I want you to be the first person I see when I wake up, and the last before I go to bed. I want you to be the one I’d cook pancakes and scrambled eggs for breakfast, or share with a bowl of cereals on days I’d feel too lazy to cook. You’re the one I want to be taking care of me when I get sick. The one I want my kids to call 'daddy’ and play video games with. You’re the drug I want to intoxicate myself with and the alcohol I want to be hung over with. But I can’t promise you that I’d be the easiest to love. I can’t promise you that the stars and the universe will always align. I can’t promise that I’d cook for you every morning or welcome you with open arms every night when you come home. I certainly can’t promise I’d always be willing to share blankets with you when you’re feeling cold. But always remember, that when things get worse, or when things are no longer the same for us, my love for you will always be greater. I will promise to love you even when it becomes difficult to love, or even when there’s no longer a reason to love. Because just like that Sunday night when our stars finally aligned, I’d gladly share back stories of us, of what actually happened between us- how I looked at you when you were sleeping on the couch after our fight, how I intentionally spilled coffee on your tie so you’d stay longer in the morning, and how I actually pretended that I didn’t know you’ll surprise me that night on our 2nd anniversary. You will always be my favorite place. The one I’d book all my flights to. You will always be my favorite ending. The one I’d cry to before the movie credits. You will always be my favorite work of art. The one I’d look for in an artist’s house. I’m writing this just in case I do see you waiting for me in that aisle. But if in any case we don’t get to find each other, I’d write more vows, draw more lines, take more risks. One day, you will find me, and I will look at you because I will know.
m.m; vows for the one (via mhoemurillo)
