Jun 2017
I love when you hold my hand and run your fingers through my hair but I can't help but think about forgetting your touch.
It's makes me smile to hear you tell me all these wonderful things about my mind, soul, and body but what if I lose your voice.
Nothing can beat kissing your lips but I wonder what it would be like to not taste you.
I long for the days when we go on an adventure and run through the pouring rain in our clothes and go on a road trip in your blue mustang but I think about my memories of us fading, just like the sun does at the end of the day.
I love to think about us together, growing old each day with kids that grow with us and pets that come and go and picture frames filled with grins and a grocery list stuck on the refrigerator and laughter exchanged in our two story house at the end of the street with the swingset that's been used by our four kids and our grandkids and pretty flowers on the front porch to make it look as happy as it does on the inside and layers and layers of dust built up over the years on the junk in the attic we never brought back down since the day we moved in.
I'm ready for this life with you but I can't help but wonder what will happen if we never get that life. What's going to happen to those memories that haven't been made but need to be made.
If it's meant to be I hope we get to experience those things we talked about under the stars.
I hope those promises we made to each other as young kids in love come true
because you have to understand that this is what my life has been built on over the years.
This has gotten me through every bad day I've ever had and for that to be taken away from me would take away my foundation.
And if my foundation gets taken away, like the foundation of a tree, my branches will slowly rot away and I will no longer produce leaves that look pretty enough to keep and I won't be as tall as all the houses on the block. I'll lose my shape and my color and my reason for living will be gone because my roots got ripped out and my whole life all I've wanted was to make you proud and to grow with you.
But you were the one that held me up when it stormed outside and you replinished me when I got broken and you caught my tears when the rain came.
And without you my life no longer exists.
So when you promise me, it's a promise that, if broken, could break the rest of my life.
Remember this.
It's makes me smile to hear you tell me all these wonderful things about my mind, soul, and body but what if I lose your voice.
Nothing can beat kissing your lips but I wonder what it would be like to not taste you.
I long for the days when we go on an adventure and run through the pouring rain in our clothes and go on a road trip in your blue mustang but I think about my memories of us fading, just like the sun does at the end of the day.
I love to think about us together, growing old each day with kids that grow with us and pets that come and go and picture frames filled with grins and a grocery list stuck on the refrigerator and laughter exchanged in our two story house at the end of the street with the swingset that's been used by our four kids and our grandkids and pretty flowers on the front porch to make it look as happy as it does on the inside and layers and layers of dust built up over the years on the junk in the attic we never brought back down since the day we moved in.
I'm ready for this life with you but I can't help but wonder what will happen if we never get that life. What's going to happen to those memories that haven't been made but need to be made.
If it's meant to be I hope we get to experience those things we talked about under the stars.
I hope those promises we made to each other as young kids in love come true
because you have to understand that this is what my life has been built on over the years.
This has gotten me through every bad day I've ever had and for that to be taken away from me would take away my foundation.
And if my foundation gets taken away, like the foundation of a tree, my branches will slowly rot away and I will no longer produce leaves that look pretty enough to keep and I won't be as tall as all the houses on the block. I'll lose my shape and my color and my reason for living will be gone because my roots got ripped out and my whole life all I've wanted was to make you proud and to grow with you.
But you were the one that held me up when it stormed outside and you replinished me when I got broken and you caught my tears when the rain came.
And without you my life no longer exists.
So when you promise me, it's a promise that, if broken, could break the rest of my life.
Remember this.
