You are sweet like candied cherries, salty like the sea, and tangy like orange chicken. I feel as though I could die of happiness from all the flavors you exude. You are as handsome as Old Spice smells, more educated on history and survival techniques than I can remember, and opinionated in (almost all) of the right ways. I love it all.
You have helped me accomplish serious life decisions. The most important one being that I am great and it isn’t stupid for me to believe in myself.
I love you for everything you have and haven’t done for me. You’ve shown me that it is possible to be happy with someone but still have a life. So for that, thank you.
With my heart,
“One day you’re going to see her holding hands with someone who took your chance. She won’t even notice you because she’s too busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes. And it will burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face and realizing that you’re not the reason anymore. And then it will finally hit you: it was her, it was always her.”