I didn’t know love could feel like this.
Not the kind that burns out fast and leaves you wondering what you did wrong.
Not the kind that asks you to shrink to stay.
Not the kind you have to earn.
This—you—is different.
You are the kind of love that builds.
That holds.
That sees.
That stays.
You are calm where I am chaos.
You are gentle when I fray at the edges.
You read me without needing the words.
You’ve never made me feel too much.
Never tried to change me, or contain me, or soften my edges for your comfort.
Instead, you hold every part of me—flawed and frightened, fierce and tender—as though it’s sacred.
And to you, I think it is.
You’ve walked through your own storms.
You’ve known heartbreak. You’ve held pain.
And yet—somehow—you still love like this.
With patience.
With grace.
With that quiet, steady devotion that makes the whole world feel safer when your hand is in mine.
You see me—not the version I try to present, but the real me.
And you don’t look away.
You never have.
You love my daughter like she’s your own.
With kindness. With laughter. With that quiet, everyday presence that matters most.
You let me into your son’s world without fear.
No walls. No conditions. Just love.
And that—that—is a kind of magic I’ll never stop being grateful for.
We don’t fight. We talk.
We trust.
We laugh.
We listen.
And when I doubt myself,
you are already there—
with your hand on my back and your voice in my ear saying,
“You’ve got this. I’ve got you.”
You make me feel beautiful.
Not just in how I look—but in who I am.
You celebrate me in ways no one ever has—
not because you have to,
but because you genuinely see joy in my joy.
You let me be soft.
You let me be loud.
You let me be me.
And you love every version without hesitation.
So yes—
one day, I will marry you.
Not because I need saving.
Not because I’m afraid to be alone.
But because with you, I’ve finally learned what it means to be truly chosen.
Truly safe.
Truly loved.
You are not just the man I want.
You are the man my heart has been waiting for.
And I will spend the rest of my life loving you back—
with the same softness, the same fire,
the same never-letting-go you’ve given me since the very first moment.
You are the miracle I didn’t believe in—
until I met you.