I’m almost certain I know, but at times I doubt because this just has to be more.
Love is not an effective enough word.
You are everything and I adore your every molecule.
You’ve seen me at my worst and rarely enough at me best but still it’s me you’re with loved and spoiled more tha your past rest.
I doubt that at this point I could exist without you.
I don’t think I could breathe. I would not want to pull air from a world without out you into my lungs and if your heart stopped beating, I feel with certainty mine would too.
We are perfect, and we so fit.
I want to be your last, and always.
Your every word, breath, move and touch mean everything to me.
I need you in my life always no matter how good or bad it turns out to be.