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.
I don’t want a superhero, a prince charming, a savior. I don’t want anything other than an imperfect soul intertwining his arms, his hands, his heart with me.
What if I said you’re my person—the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me, the one I want to call mine and wake up next to for the rest of my life?