Being in love can make you do silly things. Like, lipsynching for your life to We Found Love, alone in the car, when no one’s watching.. or even when they are.

Beth/rest.

Said your love is known, I’m standing up on it.
Aren’t we married?
I ain’t living in the dark no more.
It’s not a promise, I’m just gonna call it.
Heavy mitted love.
Our love is a star, sure some hazardry.
For the light before and after most indefinitely.
Danger has been stole away.

This is axiom.

2 Years.

I went into this with high hopes and even higher expectations. Both of which have been exceeded. Never in my wildest dreams did I believe we’d make it this far and still have this unconditional love we share. This past year, we’ve grown into an even better match than we were the previous year, which I wasn’t sure was possible. It’s like we have become one entity, it’s beautiful.

I keep thinking about the big picture- two years isn’t a young love anymore, it’s a serious commitment. I wish I could prove how serious it is to me by taking it to that next step, but it’s not in the cards right now, but I know life ultimately has plan and what’s meant to happen, will happen. All I know with the utmost certainty is that my life will not be complete unless I spend the rest of it with him. It’s that simple.

Happy two year anniversary babe.

I like when my lips still smell like you.