Let’s move to a different location and tell no one where we are.
- Wise words from my mom (via ecartum)
When we met, it was excitement at first glance. You took me by surprise and exceeded any and all of my expectations of a first impression. There was whirlwind romance and we were inseparable; we are. You held my hand and made me braver with every grasp. You weren’t and never could be my safety net. You are my partner in crime. The person at the other end yelling “jump! Because if you can’t find the strength to fly, I’ll sure as hell catch you.” Our first six months have been nurtured and flourished with only our love. Love for all things exciting, love for bottles of gin and Saturday morning hangover remedies, love for life, and mostly, for each other. I have been told that this is what people call a “honeymoon phase”. ‘This won’t last’, they tell me. ‘Soon you’ll realize that it’s not so easy.’
But they’re wrong. I have no doubt in my mind that true love flourishes under any circumstance and that even on our most difficult days, I’ve been more in love with you than I have anything else in this world. They’re wrong because we will always look at each other like it was the first time. They’re wrong because our love is different. It’s rare. It’s natural and fluid andorganicand…
We will laugh at them because they have no idea.
I love you. And I will, always and forever and after that.