The first flower
that you picked for me
was but a simple buttercup.
But there was something about it
maybe it was how the sun was shining on it
on top of that mountain top
or maybe it was the warmth of my heart
or maybe I was just too excited to have gotten a flower.
Maybe it was because it was from you,
and maybe that's what made it so much more beautiful than a simple buttercup.

I'm excited for the first ***** dishes that we'll have to wash
even though I hate the feeling of wrinkled, wrinkled, wrinkled fingertips
from too much water and dish soap.

I'm excited for the first time we have to throw in some laundry
even though I secretly cannot stand how they feel straight out of the wash,
on their way to the dryer.

I simply cannot wait until we make our messy bed
because maybe that's one part of our messy, messy, messy lives
that we can always revisit and fix together.

I cannot wait to get to spend my earliest dawns and latest dusks
loving, loving, loving you
for everything and through the messes.

I can't wait.

sitting in and being consumed by the midnight
(or maybe a little past, who knows?)
in a new place, but with a forever home
illuminated by the glow of a laptop
nothing but the occasional giggle or whisper
accompanied by the silent begging of more in the pint
cuddled close because there are yet to be blankets on a bed so happily made
listening beyond and hearing the silence together
because when someone loves you this much,
nights like this are beyond the definition of perfect

I like coffee
you prefer tea.
I love you
and
you love me.

This is a story of how two halves of people so very madly in love,
create something whole and beautiful.

papers and coffee stains,
although you prefer tea.

time spent swaying and sighing,
not talking to me.

this life is messy!
so very cluttered.
but what you don't understand is that,
on day one, my heart fluttered.

this life is stressy!
groaning, trying
screaming, crying.
you pull at your hair, and I will too.
because this life is stressy,
I'll never leave you.