I see you in every place I enjoy, knowing one day those will be our places, and not just mine.
These miles are merely a number.
And I won’t let them separate my love for you.
Give me yourself so that I can love every part of you, so that I can stand beside you when the storms come, so that we can make meaning of this life, even when it hurts.
So maybe this is what it’s like to know something is real—because whatever’s in front of you no longer compares.
I think I’ve had it wrong in the past. I was forever chasing a person rather than a dream, forever looking for love rather than a person to love life alongside me.
I don’t care if there are a million and one reasons why our lives might be easier if we weren’t together; I’d take the most complicated, messy life with you over the one without.
I know that real love only comes when I abandon all fear and say, ‘I’m all in.’ So I’m all in.
I like the way I’m not scared of forever when I’m standing next to you.
Let love transform you, not define you. Let love bloom within you, not build your sense of self. Let love teach you, not tell you how to live. Let love become a part of you, not your identity.
What matters to me is that I live fearlessly, is that I love boldly, is that I look back and know I gave this life and the people in it everything I had.