As a writer, we pen the perfect story.
Boy meets girl, they fall in love and ride off into the sunset.
It is magical.
Each breath a hymn of absolute romance.
We all want that.
We write the story over and over again in our heads; on the paper, but in execution we are flawed.
Flawed by our own insecurities and idealism of a world untainted by the mistakes we make.
I’ve made a lot of mistakes and will continue to make them each and every day.
But I found you and you me.
Together we have begun to write the story of us.
I am not perfect.
I am going to try each day to be and I assure you I will not.
I want you to keep coming back.
Lay by my side
Kiss away the misfortunes of the day and reflect on the the moments of lasting memory
Our life together, more powerful than words, actions or emotions.
At the end of the day, it is always about you.
It always has to be about you.
My fortune was written before I met you.
It pointed to you.
From my first words to my last, my inspiration remains with me where ever I go.
She is you.
This is the story of us.
Each moment, a new chapter.
Each step a new adventure.
I am a better person now.
I see the world, in all its fuck up madness, from a colorful lens now.
Your glow, your shine, so refreshing.
This is love.
This is the culmination of all my words.
It is you.
I will wake up each morning knowing we are writing this story together.