I love you more. Which is to say that we all have numbered days, but I want to spend my temporary forever standing next to you.

Right now I’m breathing in the hope for tomorrow. I’m exhaling my frustration, my stress, my anxiety. I’m releasing. And beginning again.

We spend so much time getting ready for this future, stressing over what hasn’t happened, and setting plans for what’s next that we forget to live in the moment. We forget to celebrate how far we’ve come. We forget that life isn’t always going to unfold how we want it to—but maybe that’s the most beautiful part.

I don’t want to waste another minute with someone who doesn’t believe, who doesn’t care to try, who doesn’t want to be loved fully, completely, and deeply by me.

If you’re not going to believe—in me, in us—then you’re wasting your time.

Love is thousands of tiny moments—exhausting, frustrating, wonderful, and inconsequential—that build a connection that’s beyond temporary.

Love is beautiful as it happens, when it happens. And it will happen. We just have to trust.

You lost what so many people spend their entire lives desperately searching for.

Love is found in the wind. In the first fresh breath of morning air. In the silence of dawn, when the sun first starts to peek above the clouds.

I want a city kind of love. The kind of love that never stops moving, that’s alive and pulsing with rhythm and energy.