Hey babe. Guess what. I asked you to marry me and you said yes. I gotta admit, I was pretty fucking shocked.
It's not that I didn't think you loved me or anything, I just don't think I thought anyone would ever love me enough to agree to spend their life with me. I'm so glad that you proved me wrong.
Since the day we met, I knew there was something about you. I'm not sure if it was the sparkle in your eye or the lilt of your voice, but there was something that intrigued me and made me come back for more. Again and again, I had to talk to you and I had to know more about you.
Our flirting started out pretty intense, not gonna lie, but I think it worked in our favor. I probably would have kicked myself in the ass if I had let someone else weasel their way into your life before I could make it clear I was quite enamored and interested in everything I was looking at. Your smile, your nose, your lips and the way you tilt your head when you're thinking. Your hips, your thighs, the awkward way you knock against the counter when you forget it's there... all of it, all of you.
I've been yours since day one, I hope you realize this. And now you're mine until day none. (that's my fancy way of saying until we're dead.)
I love you now and then, here and when, Yixing











