Dear Husband

husband,

i can call you husband now. i took your name. just as i longed to do. the days and nights i mulled over when this day would come seem so long ago. we have grown together, faced new challenges and fallen more in love than i thought possible. in the not too distant future we will have our "mini us." he/she will be brilliant like you, of this i am certain. i can not wait to meet what is sure to be the love of our lives. creating this with you seems like the perfect continuation of what we have built together. perhaps the most comforting part of all is knowing we will continue to create, grow and love together. from here until forever.

love your so in love with you it is ridiculous wife,
me

dear boyfriend

you lie sleeping

silently

still and peaceful

hand on mine


my world is complete.

i couldn't dream of anything more.

i have everything i never knew i needed

encompassed in cotton

drenched in love

love, i will be your wife someday, say it will be soon,
me

dear self

"Manners are charming, but who are you fooling , you're still nobody's bride"

Jewel

dear boyfriend

perhaps by sleeping in your bed, i am robbing myself of the pleasure of being your wife and sleeping in our bed for the first time, under our roof sharing the same last name.

perhaps i am giving too much too soon.

in which i will then be repaid too little, too late.

dear boyfriend

the phrase; you are permanent.

sounds so simple.

means so much.

love, your little things make me giddy when they come from you,
girlfriend.

"Where you invest your love, you invest your life"

Mumford and sons

L.O.V.E.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda XVII