I cherish every moment I get to spend with you. The laughter, the flirting, the silliness, the deep talks. They all bring me immense joy. I treasure them all and want more of them.
The more I see you, the more my feelings develop for you. Nervous laughter turns into side stories; those turn into moments, which turn into memories. I want to continue making those memories with you for a lifetime of shared experiences.
The more our relationship blossoms, the more I realize that you’re the male version of me. Your understanding of my thoughts and feelings and your ability to bring out the best in me are the qualities that make you my perfect counterpart.
When I sit and talk to you, time goes by in seconds.
You’ve seen me in so many states of life. And it’s made me realize that I want to do everything with you, from growing to maturing and getting older.
I want to experience a love so deep that people look at us in public and are in awe. I want people to hear us laughing so hard that they turn and look at us and can’t help but smile because our laughter is contagious.
I want the drunken moments where we’re stumbling over to the Uber. Not just for the fun and laughter but also for the raw, unfiltered expressions of love that come out in those moments.
I want the moments when I’m sick in bed with a cold. You bring over a cup of chicken noodle soup and kiss me on the forehead, even when you’re not feeling well.
I want to sit at a restaurant holding hands and die of laughter as we try to figure out how to pay the bill correctly because we’re both too tired to figure out simple math.
I want to see you on one knee, asking me to marry you.
I want to see you tearing up as I walk down the aisle towards you in a white dress.
I want the moment when we find out we’re having a baby and cry tears of joy as we extend our family.
I want the moment when we send our 5-year-old to school for the first time. I can’t wait to see you stand there wiping away my tears as we watch them enter the school building.
I want the moments when we’re up late helping our middle schooler work on a last-minute history project. Both of us end up exhausted and only get two hours of sleep.
I want all the good times, the hard times, and the times when we can’t even think straight. The moments when we look at each other and know we’re thinking about the same thing. The big milestones and the smaller ones.
I want the arguments, not because I enjoy them, but because they’re a part of life and a part of our growth. I want the make-up afterward and the moments when it feels like the world is shattering because those are the moments when we come out stronger together.
Whatever it is, wherever it is, I want it. And I desire it with you.
And gosh, I can’t wait to have it with you. I can already picture us in those moments: our laughter echoing through the house, our tears of joy mingling as we celebrate our milestones, and our tired but content smiles as we cuddle up after a long day. I can’t wait for all of it.
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