I don’t fully understand the words I’m piecing together right now, but I hope they convey even a fraction of what I feel. You deserve more than just words on a page, which is why I’m trying not to be overly romantic. Saying “I love you” doesn’t mean much to me if it’s just spoken—I want to show it to you, every single day, for the rest of my life.
You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful place I’ve ever been. And I don’t mean to sound arrogant, but waking up each morning and realizing you’re a part of my life is reason enough to keep going. I won’t make promises, because I’m not a politician. Instead, I’ll prove to you, day after day, that your battles are mine, your joys are mine, and even your struggles are mine. I’ll stand by every decision you make, supporting you unconditionally.
The only thing I want to argue about is the endless range of your beauty. Even if that beauty were to fade, even if your voice were to disappear, even if time itself tried to erase you—I would still love you. And after eternity, I’ll love you even more.
I don’t feel deserving of you, but every day I pray—if there is a God—that He grants me this one request: the chance to prove to Him and to you that I will love you both with everything I am, for as long as I live. This morning, I prayed again to be the man you deserve, the second light in your life, knowing that Jesus will always be the first.
You are my everything, and I will spend my life showing you just how much that means.
