You're not just my lover, you're my friend, my safe place, my everything in one With you, I don't have to pretend.I can be messy, quiet, loud, soft, and still be loved the same You're not a chapter, you're the whole story If I could give you one thing in life, I would give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes Only then would you realize how special you are to me I had never met a soul who could speak my language until there was you You are fluent in me I love you in a way that would worry a therapist and thrill a poet. You're the person I want to have thousands adventures with, dance in the kitchen with, kiss in the rain, make breakfast in bed for, care for you when you're sick, rush home to have pillow fights with, chase up the stairs, laugh with and cry with the fall in love over and over again type of relationship. You're my person I didn't find you. I was led to you. God didn't rush. He waited for the right moment. To whisper your name into my life. You are not just someone I love. You are someone I was meant to love. When I look at you, I see answered prayers and promises kept. You are my calm, my clarity, my calling. And I thank God, not just for placing you in my life, but for preparing my heart to receive you .Everyone talks about the art of letting go but I'm here to talk about the art of not letting go. The art of staying, of holding on when it hurts, of saying I'm not giving up on you even when every reason says you should. You see anyone can leave when it gets hard but it takes something real, something rare to stay. He didn't give up, she didn't give up, they fought through storms, through silence, through distance and that's what love is. Not the fancy kind, not the filtered one , not the Instagram kind, but the kind that our parents had. Tell me one couple who never fought. You can't because love is not about never fighting, it's about never quitting. They argued, they shouted, they got mad at each other, but they stayed. Because somewhere deep down inside they knew that love isn't about who's right, it's about who still cares enough to make it right. And that's what we have forgotten, that sometimes the bravest thing you can do is not let go. Yes, it makes you look foolish, yes it hurts, but who are we to judge? We are all fools in love anyways. And maybe that's what true love is. Not perfection, not peace, but 2 people who decide again and again that no matter how hard it gets, they'll find their way back to each other