Loving you has always been second nature to me; I do it instinctively, without hesitation.

I've always had the hardest time loving myself. I spent my life avoiding my reflection, focusing on my work, and doing my best to pretend that I didn't yearn for love. 

Now I spend my time watching how the light moves across your face, trying to etch our memories into my brain so I can replay them whenever we're apart.

Loving you is foreign but I'm adjusting quickly. Curling up next to you has replaced all of my former favorite activities and become my greatest comfort. 

Before you, I used to fall into my bed at night and succumb to what I can only describe as numbness. Now you've lit my soul on fire, warming my body and mind.

I have moved through my life alone until now. I've never been lonely, but being alone was normal until you suddenly, without warning, became an extension of myself. 

You have been right beside me since our first hello, and I believe we're going to have a long life together before we utter our first (and only) goodbye.

No "what if" has ever crossed my mind about you and I question every single thing, down to my underwear and lunch choices. 

You know how much I worry and second guess myself, yet you love me endlessly every day. It isn't just loving you that's a big deal, it's you. 

You accept my raging chaos and listen to the heaps of words that fall from my lips and you love me. I dance around the room and you watch me with a smile.

You love me exactly as I am and have never once questioned my love towards you.

You are a best friend and a shoulder to always lean on. I've held you up and you've always made sure I didn't fall.

You are a musical voice of reason, a calm answer to all of my endless questions. 

Loving you is a big deal because you're the only one I will ever want. You are the start and finish of my perfect love story, one I've spent years waiting for.