When I fall in love again, I want it to be dizzying.
I want us to be two imperfect people, stumbling and laughing and colliding into each other in a beautiful mess of emotion and hesitation and excitement and nervousness.
You’re the one I want beside me for every little thing—from Tuesday nights after work to Saturday mornings curled up on the couch, from trips to the corner store to vacations across the world, from nights when I startle from bad dreams to afternoons when I come home from a run, glistening with sweat.
I want you there for everything.
I want yours to be the hand I hold when we walk at night. I want you to be the one I call after something exciting, or terrible, or even for the mundane, because you’re mine, and I want to share my world with you.
I want us to make our lives an adventure.
From flipping a coin to choose where we go for a date, to exploring all the walking trails by our house. From dressing up for dinner, to eating a picnic lunch by the river. From going to the free concert in the next town over, to riding all the rides at the local carnival. From making our grocery shopping a scavenger hunt, to holding cooking competitions with all the leftover ingredients in the house.
I want the silliness, the rush, the excitement, the energy.
I want you to be the one I share blue cotton candy with. I want your lips to be the ones I kiss downtown for the fireworks show. I want to be sitting next to you at the top of the Ferris Wheel, laughing at the tiny people, spinning like ants hundreds of feet below us.
I don’t have a laundry list of expectations for us. I don’t have hundreds of things I demand of you, or a price stamped to everything that we do together. I don’t want your money, or for you to be the one who plans every single thing. I just want us to love each other. And to find adventure in all the little things in our life, and do them together.
I want us to take every day and use it to celebrate our love.
I want us to enjoy our chores and our to-do lists, our work and our obligations. I want us to find ways to make the crappy bearable, and the wonderful even better.
I want you by my side for big things, little things, and everything in-between.
I want a life with you that’s imperfect, that’s messy, that’s confusing. But a life that’s filled with tiny adventures, tiny moments when we simply get to celebrate us.