You have no idea how happy a man you make me. I cannot believe today marks our 5th year together. When I met you, we were both so young and helplessly in love- and we still are to this day. You and I argue a lot about what’s politically correct and you make me a better man every day, but I know we won’t always be able to see eye to eye. I have a sinking feeling in my chest, sometimes, when I look at you.
Today’s our anniversary, and you prevented me from killing the man who tried to steal-and-run with your purse. I can’t say I’m too happy with that, but when you told me not to ‘ruin our day’, I knew instantly what you meant, which is why I only broke an arm and a leg, and sent him flying toward the marines. I don’t know why you weren’t happy, but it didn’t last. You started smiling again, and I swear, I completely forgot about everything that happened.
You’re stingy, you’re a pacifist, you’re not sure about a lot of things about me, but I can feel the love in your eyes. I’ve never seen a woman looking at me like how you look at me.
You see me. And there’s no one else I’d like to see me the way you do.
I still don’t understand why I keep you around with our constant bickering and your pacifist ideals. Your ideas of rebellion and sticking it to the government are not what I’m looking for, and you know it. The crown is what I aspire to get, governments and plebs alike be damned. You said you would follow me but sometimes-
sometimes I feel like you’re not entirely happy. I want to make you my queen, but it’s a title you don’t seem interested in. You’d rather be a savior and I’m afraid of what the future holds for us.
You’re sleeping right now. Soundly, beautifully. A wild strand of curly black hair’s falling on your cheek and I have to restrain myself with all my might not to move it away and kiss you. Sometimes, I surprise myself thinking I would give everything to be with you forever. You’re perfect, and you’re dangerous.
But I can’t turn away from my dream. So please... never stop following me. I’ll lead you anywhere you want, as long as it leads back in my arms.