I may be accused of being a sappy romantic after this.
When I first met you, my head couldn't stop spinning. I'm still spinning, but now we're spinning together.
When I first told you I loved you, and you whispered back "I love you too," my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. I wanted to jump up and down and dance with you until morning came.
When I asked "Will you?" and you crashed into my arms and whispered "Yes" without a pause, I could barely speak. Neither could you, because you had laryngitis.
When you cry, I'm in agony with you. When you laugh, my heart soars.
Our story has not always been pretty. Our story has only just begun. What has been, has been, and I wouldn't change a thing.
You're my best friend, and I love you.
