I keep replaying this weekend over and over and realizing how lucky I am to have finally met someone who never lets a second pass by without reminding me how much they love me.
Someone who reminds me everyday that everything they do is for our future. Someone who speaks in us and we. Someone who reminds me daily that they’re going to marry me.
Someone I don’t have to beg for them to treat me right because they just do it.
Someone who reminds me how important I am and how they would never do anything to mess up what they have with me. Someone who has so much patience and will ask me if I need a moment to process my thoughts and then will give me the space while still staying close by laying their head in my lap. Who takes a moment and allows me to have quiet to figure what I need to figure out.
Someone who knows I have a hard time verbally expressing my emotions because I don’t know how to directly come out and just say it so it get overwhelmed and when I begin to get emotion they hug me tight and repeat over and over that I am safe and that they love me so much.
I have spent a long time searching for someone who has a gentle heart. Who pays attention to everything. Like the way I flinched when I saw their hand go up quick in attempt to tickle me and stopped, with tears in their eyes and reminded me they’d never hurt me and would be more mindful and slower about their movements.
Someone who cries everytime we have to say goodbye and who spends everyday talking and planning what paying a mortgage looks like together.
Someone who jokes with me and constantly gets down on one knee so they can ‘practice’ for the day they ask me to marry them.
This weekend showed me all I needed to know. Maybe we weren’t meant to take on the world together 5 years ago, but the universe decided we were finally ready. I am going to love you forever. Everything I’ve been through has led me into the arms of someone who I know without a doubt loves me and would only ever choose me.