You are the one I choose.
You are the one I choose today. You will be the one I choose tomorrow. And you are the one I will keep on choosing every single day. I know life will bring us burdens and obstacles. I know sometimes we’ll be bored and frustrated and tired of one another—but I promise to keep choosing you, choosing us.
I am thankful for you.
God knew exactly what He was doing when He brought me to you, and you to me. Through you, He showed me what love truly is. You have brought beauty to my life. You have brought second chances and hope. You have brought kindness and heart, strength and soul. You have blessed me, and I am thankful for you.
I will never stop fighting for us.
We might not feel the same way we do tomorrow, or two months from now, or six years down the road. We won’t always have that spark, that fire, that intensity to our love. But I promise I will keep fighting for us to find it. I promise to keep fighting to bring us together. I promise to keep fighting for the people we once were, and even if and when we change, I will fight to help us relearn each other and love each other again.
I will be your strength.
On the days you feel defeated, in the moments you are at your lowest or weakest—I will be there. I will hold your hand and lift you from darkness. I will kiss away your tears and bring you to your feet again. I will encourage you and go to battle with you. I will be your strength.
I’m not leaving.
No matter what tries to wedge itself between us, no matter what devils come our way, no matter what turns and twists our paths take, I will be by your side. I won’t run when our story writes a new ending. I won’t balk when our plans don’t fall into place. I made a promise to you, and I intend to keep it. I’m not leaving.
I need you.
I don’t just desire you. I don’t just crave you. I need you too. I need the warmth your presence brings. I need the calm to my storm. I need the way you kiss me, or hold me, or talk to me, or love me. I need to know that I will be yours, and I need you to know that you’ll be mine. Always.
You have me.
You have my heart—all of it. All of its brokenness and insecurity, all of its tenderness and fear. All of the parts that beat wildly at the sound of your voice, or leap at your touch. You have my eyes—and I promise to keep them focused on you only. You have my smile and the way the corners turn up whenever you walk into the room. You have my happiness. You have my promise. You have me.