this it to praise all the days that led us to this road. this is to hail all the hours we have held and told each other how grateful we are that our strange, little lives crossed.
just like how fictional things are written - wishes, prayers, stories, answers - all embellished and enveloped in a multitude of layers until we find the one to reveal it to. until we find the hands of the one we will allow, of the one we will surrender such an unraveling of the sacred things that make us who we are.
here is to all the chances we have taken and have yet to take. hold my hand and discern that i am here to remain, that i am here to desire, that i am here to discover - every single day, reasons to succumb to love and commitment and understanding and magic. that i am here to be only yours, for a lifetime.
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