6 months with you.
I don't care what anyone says, it is every single girl's deepest desire to just be unconditionally loved by someone else. Someone who really knows you, and the things that keep your heart beating. Someone who loves your flaws and holds them in their hands.
And if you’re anything like me, you absolutely adore when someone can love you perfectly, mentally, and physically...
It’s a feeling that’s unmatched anywhere else.
I thought that I knew what love was once upon a time. I knew that it was supposed to be intense, and unexplainable. Fun, and romantic, but it wasn’t supposed to hurt as much as it did. It wasn’t supposed to wear me down to nothing.
Then there was you.
You walked into my apartment, slowly and in awe, the way that you walked into my life. You decided to stay the night and I'm so grateful that you did. You ended up staying ever since.
And that's all I ask. That you stay.
Matt is a beam of pure light, striking right through my heart. And every month that we realize, it’s been another month of this happiness!, we celebrate. It’s our birthright to celebrate a beautiful love.
I wanna marry him one day. I want our kids to grow up with parents who are soulmates. Even if those don't exist, we come real close. They’ll look at us and say, That's what Love is. That's how I'm supposed to be treated.
When Matt takes me out, he leads me with his hand holding mine. On dark, misty streets, I stay tucked in his arm, matching his steps and we’re never out of sync. The cold air turns warm when he’s around, and if the suns out, he’ll make you feel sun kissed.
My favorite thing about him is his hands. They have moved mountains. They have felt the earth and created art. They have held my face and my hips, when I can't hold my frame on my own. They were made to hold my cheeks, curving with my bone, his hands in my hair.
He’s the air that I breathe, the blood in my veins. He teaches my body how to keep going another day. He leans in and whispers to my heart, this is what a pulse feels like.
I forgot I had one.
Matthew, If you’re reading this, (and i know you are.) I am eternally thankful to have met you and be your girl. You have me wrapped around your finger, mister. And I'm holding on for dear life. Here’s to 6 months.
I love you bunny. ❤️
