And the thought of ever losing you is unbearable. But the thought of your past still makes me nervous. I know it shouldn't though.
You tell me everyday how much you love me, how well we fit and everything else that could make me cry tears of joy.
-but I'm a realist. And you're different than anyone else.
I just can lose you. Not that I imagine it happening anytime soon.
I imagine this.. Us..
For as long as I can hope for.
I adore you more than you know. Well, actually- you do. And I'm so glad.
