At the end of the day, I love you beyond measure.
I get butterflies when you give me that look that says you're still in love with me.
I love late night talks with you.
I couldn't think of a better person to spend the rest of my days with.
I think of all the sacrifices you've made for me and I am overwhelmed.
I love your smile.
I would play Boggle with you until my eyes cross.
I am ridiculously thankful that your work emails contain such words as "Yee-haw"
I see who you are and cannot begin to fathom how lucky I am.
But sometimes, in the middle of the day...I get frustrated. In a small moment I forget everything I know and I get upset. And you?
You forgive me. Before I even know to ask.
I love you.
And I'm sorry.
And I will love you until the end of my days...
PS: I'm insanely proud of you. Fo' realz.