You.

Being with you is like breathing.

It’s like coming home.

Being with you is the reason I wake up.

The face I fall to sleep to.

It’s the smile I look forward to.

I love you. I love being with you. I love watching you grow. I love doing my average life with you.

I won’t amount to much. But being by your side makes it ten thousand times better. My life is so much more with you in it.

How lucky. How blessed. How the world had to turn out just for me and you to be sitting on this lounge together.

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