It amazes me how my love for him continues to intensify, even after spending nearly every day together for over a year. I love the routine we’ve built: how he sits on the edge of the bed every single morning and leans down to gently wake me up with a soft goodbye kiss before leaving for work or class; our cuddles and laughter every night on the couch; daily “I love you”s; long back rubs; sitting on the back porch, listening to the insects, drinking wine, and telling secrets on Saturday nights; reading books out loud together before bed and feeling so comforted by the sound of his voice. A few days ago, we were discussing the logistics of moving in together--such as what we would do about the lease if we were to break up--and he said, “I’m honestly not worried about it at all, because I’m pretty sure I’m going to try to marry you,” and my heart swelled with so much emotion. I’ve been wary to call him the “One,” because I’m so afraid of losing him, but I can’t imagine anyone else, and I am so damn excited for our future together.
