i could live with a life of adjusting your collar, ironing down shirts and our future. i could live with a life of kissing the top of your head while you bandage my scraped knee. i will love you at 2 am over sandwiches and silliness, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen floor. i could live a life with you of not only dancing in the rain, kissing in the rain, but sharing together the unspeakable joy of standing in the midst of a storm and each other, getting drenched, and laughing out loud with each other and God. and so, we will help each other hang up the laundry which muffles what our hearts want to say, and when we don’t feel like dancing, we will look at each other and leave that up to our eyes. when your heart hurts because it’s been a long day and you can’t help but wonder why you can bandage people up but sometimes they never heal, i will sit on the floor with you and hold your hand and tell you that you are the strongest person i know. and when there is no joy in the storm and the rain never seems to stop, and it soaks our shoes and makes us utterly miserable, like coming down with a cold in june, please understand that i am equally miserable without your company. this is what i have to offer you. i hope you can live with the weight of my words and the girl along with them. i hope you can love me, not just now, but when i am old, and only my soul is beautiful.
in sickness and in health (via birdsofafeatherpen)
