I didn’t know a life could change in the span of an ordinary afternoon. There was no thunderclap, no choir of angels, just sunlight falling through a café window and you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as if it were something you’d done a thousand times before. The world didn’t stop. It simply shifted, gently, like the tide deciding to come in.
Before you, I thought love was supposed to be grand and loud, the kind that announces itself with fireworks. But loving you has been quieter than that. It has been the comfort of your hand finding mine in the dark. The way you say my name when you’re half asleep. The soft laughter we share over things no one else would understand.
I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.
Not because I believe it will be perfect. I know there will be mornings when the coffee burns and nights when words fail us. There will be bills stacked on the kitchen counter and seasons that test our patience. But even in those moments, I want the weight of them with you. I want the arguments that end with forgiveness. I want the ordinary Tuesdays and the unexpected storms. I want the years to mark our faces the way rivers mark stone, slowly, honestly, beautifully.
I imagine us growing older together. I see your hair touched with silver, your smile deeper with memory. I see a porch somewhere, maybe near the water, where we sit side by side at dusk, not needing to fill the silence because we’ve already said everything that matters. I see our hands still reaching for each other out of habit, out of certainty.
You have given me something I didn’t know I was missing, a sense of home that isn’t built of walls but of presence. With you, I am braver. With you, I am softer. You have taught me that love isn’t about being saved, it’s about choosing each other, again and again, even when it would be easier not to.
I can’t wait for the mornings when you wake before me and the light outlines your face. I can’t wait for the small traditions we’ll create without meaning to, the way we celebrate good news, the way we comfort each other through loss. I can’t wait for the stories we’ll tell about how it all began, how two ordinary lives crossed paths and decided to become extraordinary together.
Most of all, I can’t wait for the simple certainty of knowing that no matter what the years bring, I will walk through them with you. I will hold your hand when the road is smooth and when it is steep. I will stand beside you in joy and in grief. I will choose you when we are young and when we are old, when we are certain and when we are afraid.
Because loving you feels less like a promise I have to make and more like a truth I have finally discovered.
And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life discovering it with you.