The person you love is rarely worthy of how big your love is. Because no one is worthy of that and maybe no one deserves the burden of it, either. You’ll be let down. You’ll be disappointed and have your trust broken and have a lot of real sucky days. You lose more than you win. You hate the person you love as much as you love him. But, sh*t, you roll up your sleeves and work - at everything -because that’s what growing older is.
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I want your Monday morning sleep soaked eyes, dream drenched voice, lazy bones ‘five more minutes please babe.’
I want your Tuesday afternoon stretching break, glasses off, laughter on, ‘just hold me for a while, it’s been a hard day.’
I want your Wednesday evening fingers through you hair, teeth biting nails, neck extended, eye glazing, ‘this paperwork never ends’
I want your Thursday night wine for two, bones unbind, muscles let loose, flats, slacks, ‘just me and you’
I want your finally Friday full soul smile, sun sipping light from the glaciers in your eyes, fingers unfurl, hand extends, ‘come on babe, lets go wild’
I want your weekend, your movie marathon Saturday, reading by the fireplace, making love in the blankets
I want your Sunday morning orange juice and cereal with blueberries, white sheets, tender skin, hair so friendly it’s standing up waving, ‘let’s not get out of bed today.’
I want your ordinary and your stress, rest, release I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday in every way for the rest of my life.
I want forever as partners, husband and wife.
I want our love to always come first.
I’m yours on bended knees.
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mardybryant (via wordsnquotes)
For I am the happiest I’ve ever been, for his eyes have me weak at the knees, the most perfect view I’ve ever seen.
Bettering myself for you, I promise.