Violet has put together a lovely little scrapbook filled with memories of their relationship for Landon for his birthday. It has everything from pressed flowers, to polaroid's and photo's she's taken of him and them together. Ticket stubs from movies and concerts. Hotel keys and little notes they've left each other. It's a clear show of dedication and love on her end, how much she's kept, how long it must have taken to put together, how much everything means to her. How much he means to her. 'I hope you like it,' She says a bit sheepishly as she watches him flip through the pages.
Today's the big day. All the planning, all that stress comes down to this moment. None of that stuff even matters though, it's all tiny stuff because all that matters is getting to walk down the aisle to you. I've dreamt of this moment since I first started taking photos of other people's wedding's. Wondering what my day would look like, and now it's here and it's everything I've ever wanted. Right down to who I share it with. You.
You are the best friend I could ever ask for, the most patient man even when you have your moments and I have mine. The most loving man I've ever met, and I'm so glad to have met you Landon. I thank my lucky stars everyday for you and the joy you've brought to my life. That I get to come home to you everyday, that I know that it could have been the worst day and you're the only one that can make me smile.
It's our day. This isn't just about me and my dress, which I picked out with your reaction playing in my head. It's about us. We've been through it, we've been tested that's for damn sure but if we got through all of that? Then this is going to be a piece of cake. I love you Landon Bartholomew Wynter. See you at the end of that aisle.
~ Forever yours,
Violet
I'm not as good with words like you are, but I can give this a go.
I've looked for you in so many faces. Dreamed about you from the time I knew what having a boyfriend was about. I thought I'd found you once or twice before, but they were not you. No one could ever be you, Landon. I know things haven't always been easy, I know we almost failed before we even got started, but I wouldn't trade what we have, what we've gone through for any thing. People say that a lot, but I do mean that. I'd do it all again the exact same way.
You're it for me, I hope you know that too. If you didn't you do now. I've not loved someone like I love you, and I don't think I ever will again, and I don't want to. I don't want anyone else. Starting over after you would be pointless. How could I find someone like you again? Someone that just--gets me? Get's that things don't need to be perfect, they just have to be perfect to us? Someone that loves me, flaws and all? It's a rare thing to have. I'd be a fool to give that up, and only thing I want to give up when it comes to us is my last name. Only so I can replace it with yours.
@wynterlanding sent 🛌🏻➡ to ask my muse to bed Violet
Date nights usually ended like this, fun and laughter during their outings but as the night would dwindle down, hands would start to wander, kisses turned from playful and sweet to more demanding. So much so that by the time they hit their apartment door, things were frantic, clumsy and rushed. The door would barely close behind them before someone's shirt was tossed to the ground. Tonight was no different, Violet's turned to practically rip the fabric from Landon's body before he'd asked if they could take things to the bedroom instead of having at it right there against a wall or on the couch. 'Like you even need to ask me that,' Violet replied softly, voice an octave deeper from lust, from pure need to be close to Landon in every sense of the word. Smirk playing on her lips as she kissed him once more, beginning a backwards step towards their bedroom.
@wynterlanding sent five times touched: ( five times the receiver touched the sender (platonically or romantically or otherwise!) ) for Violet
The first time Violet ever touched Landon was completely on accident. She'd bumped into him, spilling her coffee all over the floor on their first working day together. She really was clumsy, and had apologized profusely for something as simple as running into the back of him. Thankfully nothing got ruined that first day.
The next time, was another accident, a brush of hands as they both reached for the same thing. That was the first time she felt the butterflies in her stomach too, when she realized that she was starting to develop feelings towards him.
After that came a hug, when they'd accomplished their first piece. A hug that lasted perhaps a second too long because she lingered to take in the scent of his cologne, the feel of him against her.
Next was their first kiss. A large gap of time between the hug and this kiss. The kiss that happened after she nearly walked away, assuming the worst even though they never had even discussed feelings with each other. A kiss that would be permanently etched into her memory.
Number five was later that night, holding hands they walked back to her apartment combined with another kiss.
