Being in love, in a word, is beautiful. Being in love, in several words, is knowing that there is a soul that shines brighter because of you, feeling strengthened and empowered by a set of bones and muscles that live to help, hold, support, and push you, trusting that the flesh you so often touch, kiss, bite, caress, and marvel at will stay true and pure in your absence, and offering all of yourself without pause, endlessly, joyfully. I look forward to loving you every day for the rest of my life, and to all of the incredible moments that are sure to find us as we become one in marriage, make a home for ourselves, create precious lives together, and live in Christ. I long for your presence, but more than that I long for your happiness and peace of mind, as those are the things that become most important when you love. You have taught me that love isn’t a feeling. Love is a connection between souls, the thread that ties people together. I am not in love with a feeling, I am in love with you—a man who drives me insane and lets me sleep against him as he drives, fills me with rage and fills my life with passion, stands up to me and stands up for me, sees and says it like it is and appreciates my opinions, supports me in all I do as I support him, and, most importantly, who loves every brilliantly flawed piece of me in the same beautiful way I love him. So I promise to love you always. I promise to look at you with eyes filled with a deep desire for each and every inch of you and you alone, a desire that will only grow as wrinkles populate your beautiful skin and the pigment leaves your soft, blonde locks. I promise to listen intently as you share your life with me, so that I may take part in your delights and hardships and so that I may be the historian upon whom the world calls when it finds itself curious about the life of its most splendid specimen. I promise to touch you frequently, passionately, and in a way that never ceases to bring you back to this moment, to me, to your home. I promise to always find myself soothed by the implication inherent in the presence of your captivating scent: you are near, I am safe, all is well. I promise to look forward to the sweetness of your lips and the saltiness of your skin, and to allow the bitter taste of your absence to serve as a reminder of how blessed I am to be yours. I promise to love you always and forever, my dearest soulmate.
I just need this on my blog desperately.
most sincere love letter ever.
