After an amazing week with you, I thought I would write you a little personal note about why I love you. I figured you could stand to read a few words, see a few thoughts, hear a few whispers. And here they are.
Thank you. Thank you for always making me comfortable. This vacation wasn't our speed- Vegas has far too many lights and sounds and sights and it is too dry. but with you, everything seemed more comfortable, more like home, more life like. You gave water to dry land, sun to artificial trees, and a voice to the howling wind.
I love the fact that you told me you love me over 100 times. It is so nice to hear it out loud. That isn't to say that you don't tell me often enough typically, it just made for a lot of special moments.
You look like someone I would be with. There was something in your smile, in the way your shirt fell on your shoulders, in you stature that made me thankful to be out with such a handsome fellow.
Waking up with you is always a special treat. Every time I have ever woken up near you, you have seemed to have been waiting for me with sweet anticipation. Laying there, propped up on your hand, smiling down at me while you wipe stray hairs from my face, I felt like I was in a bright, white washed scene from a movie.
And I am sorry. I am sorry you're not dating a single girl. I am sorry we could not just up and get married in Vegas. I am sorry The Ex called and ruined our quiet stillness. Our game of House. I am sorry for everything I cannot make better with just a click of my heels.
But it will all work out.
And Lord willin' the crick don't run dry....
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