Dear my Labs,
I love you. The words roll of my
tongue softly, like summer heat, like morning rain. I wonder how you hear them
in your mind. Do they sound as beautiful? Do they carry the same weight?
Sometimes when I close my eyes, I hear you speaking those three words to me in
the silence. Those are the words that carry me through, even when distance
dances between us, even when the temporary nature of this world tugs at my
heart.
I love you. Such a simple phrase, and
yet, there is so much power. To love is to choose, is to promise. To love is to
vow loyalty, to believe beyond a doubt that what we have is real and worth
fighting for. Such strength carried in three words, eight letters.
I love you. Which is to say that I am
sharing my soul with yours, hoping that you’ll be tender with the bruises, that
you’ll accept the imperfection and mess I carry with me, that you’ll still hold
me with patience even when we don’t agree.
I love you. Which is to say I want to
pursue a life with you; I want to wake up every single morning to your face,
fall asleep to the sound of your breathing.
I want to spin through this life together, making our own melody and
swaying our hips to the music, creating our own story from two converged
volumes. And writing and reading and celebrating every page.
I love you (more)
-thought catalog
God Bless Us..
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