My Sweet Love, When I sent you your flight information so that you could fly West to snatch me up, I
My Sweet Love, When I sent you your flight information so that you could fly West to snatch me up, I sent you a Dear Old Love link that I’d been saving for over a year, just for that day: Make me your home, please. I’m packing now, for such a short trip that it seems silly to even contemplate. But I’m realizing with every moment, that you’ve made good on my request in that Dear Old Love link. I am home here, because you are my home, and I am yours. I don’t like leaving because I am so ridiculously happy here. It really is that simple. I’ve told you of the ways I want to make an effort to be better. Different. Softer and Sweeter. Not changing who I am, just being brave enough to put the best of me out there more often. But above all of that, I think I need to make an effort to stop taking this kind of happiness for granted, and to make sure you know about it, and can see it in me. We both get wrapped up in our daily crap, hopes for the future, our 10 year plan, my hopefully-impending return to serious money-making… but I don’t want that to overshadow the present anymore. I am crazy happy right now, here, with you. And I promise to let you know that more often. I Love You so, so much. xoxoxo deviantdesires -- source link
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