The night we first met, 19th of September 2018.
We spent all night awake fighting off sleep, talking about anything and everything.
At some points we just lay there staring at each other, not saying a word.
I remember your hand caressing the side of my face and hair.
You kept wanting to tell me something but refused to allow the words freedom from your perfect mouth.
It was in that beautifully eternal moment of silence spent tracing every line of your face, committing it to memory, that I knew.
I knew that I was yours and you were mine. That I loved you and I would do anything you asked of me.
No matter what, I am and will always be, forever yours.