It's almost 12.
It'll be three months. Three months of loving and arguing and loving some more. There were times when we almost gave up on each other - a thousand buckets of tears shed, accusing words and voices, hurt and disappointment and how could yous... Yet at the end of it all we hold on, because we don't want this to end. We know we can get through this if we just hold each other's hand, tightly, and with every intention of not letting go.
I used to think that there was nothing special about monthsarys. They don't count; the significant things are years, because that's how you can measure the amount of love you've given each other. Stupid, really. Because when that feeling is real, you cannot measure it with the time you've spent with each other. If the feeling is real, each day is special, and each month more so.
I've never been happier, Charming. We'll take this one day at a time, but I'm really hoping those days would become inummerable.
I love you.
Thank you.
I used to think that there was nothing special about monthsarys. They don't count; the significant things are years, because that's how you can measure the amount of love you've given each other. Stupid, really. Because when that feeling is real, you cannot measure it with the time you've spent with each other. If the feeling is real, each day is special, and each month more so.
I've never been happier, Charming. We'll take this one day at a time, but I'm really hoping those days would become inummerable.
I love you.
Thank you.