You'll be the one I marry. The one I don't break. This is because you don't devote to trying to "figure me out," you accept me. Not like cliche "you'll do for now, I accept you until I'm exhausted of you," type of way. You actually do. You settle down and even find comfort? In the loud blur that is me and my crazy. And you perfectly coexist with my silent cold bouts, too. I've been called a hurricane. I've been called impossible. Unobtainable. I, unknowingly in the moment, push and run when people try to break the walls that were put up in the innocent ages. Its what I do. You are the only one that has been able to -I won't say handle- you don't "handle" me. You just fit. You love me unwaveringly and in times when I didn't deserve it. Hell I never deserve your love. I don't know why you love me but I'm so fucking glad you do. I've opened myself to you, uncomfortable layer at a time and after over a year continue to do so daily. You don't rush it and you always understand, and when you don't, you try. And you always know what to say. No aspect of my relationship with you feels pressured, unnatural, or forced. It never has, and that is a true, genuine first for me. You're pure fucking magic and I'm the eternally puzzled and intrigued one. You'll be the one I marry.