“I want to marry you because you are the first person I want to look at when I wake up in the morning, and the only person I want to kiss goodnight. Because the first time that I saw these hands, I couldn’t imagine not being able to hold them.”

seven years is a long time to be someone. a lot of shits has happened but i’ve never for one second regretted meeting him. not once, when we first met, did i ever think we would last this long.

a friend once said, “i’ll give you six months, tops.”

and to that friend, and everyone else who didn’t believe in us, here’s six or seven or eight more decades to us! (if we live that long! haha.)