"You're too young to know what love means, you don't know what it's like to be in love." That's all I was told when I met you at 10 years old. Maybe it was true, maybe I didn't know what love was, maybe I had never been in love before. I know now, ten years later, that it is you, it has always been you. People have flown in and out of my life like the tide against the shores and I have never felt this way about anyone else. Although I was 10 years old, I fell in love with all of you and I have fallen more and more every day since then. 3,652 days have gone past since I fell into your ocean eyes and you are still worth waiting another 3,000 days for.
I need you to understand going into this how truly lucky you are. Lucky to have a man who makes you laugh, cry, and makes you look forward to doing life everyday. You will cry until you laugh and laugh until you cry. You will not hear from him after 9 PM because he works very hard and has to get at least eight hours of sleep to function. You will pour 100 percent of love into him and get 100 percent of it back. He is going to be your very best friend. So please, please love him with all you have. It’s worth everything.
The last night of the year felt like the beginning of forever. Last night was a night that I needed, surrounding myself with amazing people, Laughter from every inch of the house. I was with my best friend, when I looked over, and saw the man I wanted to hold onto. I couldn’t have asked for a better crowd to end the year with. This is going to be my year. I don’t want to hold back from what I want.
When I was little I thought love was about red roses and expensive dinners, but it’s not that at all. You taught me that love is sacrifice and compromise. It’s choosing each other everyday. It’s waking up at 4AM to you snoring and shoving my elbow into your side so I could finally get some sleep. It’s talking in stupid accents just for fun, and trying to embarrass each other in public. It’s going on early morning adventures when I’m definitely not a morning person. It’s stupid fights and memorable make ups. Love isn't always pretty and romantic. Love is just choosing to stumble through life with each other.
I know you've been hurt by someone else. I can tell by the way you carry yourself.
You promised, "Till death do us part..." but I promised I would love you this life to another. Even if the next life wouldn't bless me with you, I'll wait. Still loving you till my next one, and the next. Even after that, I'll be loving you until death finally gives up on us.