There are times when I wonder if I'm hallucinating because this is too good to be true.
This.
Us.
They say that perfection is a thing of fantasies. But what is this then? Nothing short of perfect I would say.
*touches wood*
Getting wet in the rain.
Cooking ourselves a meal.
Living together this way.
Holding your hand as we walk on the road.
Simple things make me happy.
This is the stuff that dreams are made of.
Not just mine.
Yours as well.
I love you.
I don't think I have fallen in love with someone this deeply so far in life.
I don't think I ever will.
For all the things that make you who you are and for all the things that make me go weak in the knees,
Thank you.
:)