i’ve read hundreds of love tales, watched thousands of films, listened to a million stories told by ancient lovers who swore theirs was the greatest of all. and still, nothing could have prepared me for living through it myself. for feeling our love grow instead of crumble. for missing you more with each passing day, and cherishing every second we’re given.
to grow side by side. to build our lives slowly, piece by piece, around one another, not by accident, not by fate alone, but by decision. by choice. to love is to choose. to love, is to know.
i love you, and i love you, and i love, love, love, love you.
and somehow, impossibly, i love you more with each new day.
