I would write my myself into the pages, and fall in love with Wesley and Darcy and Aragorn.
She would catch his eye, and he would approach, and they would talk for hours holding hands under the stars.
I would meet people, who I thought I could replace the heros in my stories, but, when the part arrived, where he got down on one knee,
I couldn't imagine it with anyone.
But now,
I see us meeting at the alter, our house and our kids. I see my old hand on your wrinkled face. Road trips and trips to the store. and making up after arguing what movie to watch on a Friday night.
"You know you're in love when reality is better than your dreams"
I think I might understand now.
Because while you're not perfect, neither am I.
You exceeded all my expectations
Not only did you fulfill everything I'd hoped for,
but you made it better. Because it's you. And I could never invent the way you surprise me with the way you make me feel.