How do you tell someone you love them? Is there a way to put the love you feel into words? Is there a way to put into words a lifelong love, love that makes you smile without any reason, the love that’s like the first sip of coffee in the morning?
That feeling you get when you see them, feel them and think of them? That feeling you get when you think of the eternity you’re going to share together? How do I tell you that I love you more than I ever thought I was capable of?
I want you to be the only name in my stories. I want to write about you, about us, about the emotions you share with me, for the rest of my life. I want to write how safe I feel in your strong arms.
How happy I feel laying on your chest, just listening to you breathing. I want to write about your eyes, about your voice, about the way you dance around the kitchen while making waffles.
I want you to be my last kiss. I want your lips to be the only lips that’ll kiss me for the rest of my life. I want you to be the only man I’ll ever love, the only man I’ll ever give my heart to.
I want your sweet embrace to carry me through life, to keep me warm on long, cold nights and keep me safe from the storms of life.
I want you to be my last love. I want to fall in love with you every day for the rest of my life. Every morning when I turn around to see your sleeping face next to me in bed, I want to fall in love.
Every evening I want to fall asleep in your arms. Every winter I want to fight with you for blankets, but still wake up in the middle of the night to see if you’re covered.
Every summer I want to have barbecues with you and to fight about whether beer on chicken is good or not. It’s really not.
I want your face to be the last thing I see. I want to lose myself in your beautiful brown eyes that have golden freckles. I want to feel safe in your arms one last time.
I want to let go of my fears, because I have you by my side. I want to drown myself in your love for the rest of my life. I want to see your smiling face, the face I love so much, every day while my eyes still work.
I want your voice to be the last thing I hear. Your voice that sang me lullabies while I was sick. Your voice that wakes me up in the morning and it’s the most beautiful alarm I ever heard.
Your voice that I can hear in my head whenever I’m afraid, whenever we’re separated, whenever I’m alone, away from you. I want your voice to be the last thing I’ll hear, while my ears still work.
I want your heartbeat to be the last thing I feel. I’m the happiest woman alive when I lie on your chest and feel your heartbeat. When I feel the power of life in your heart, when I hear that it’s still beating, when I feel that it’s beating together with mine.
I want your body, your warmth, to be the last I’ll feel before I go. I want your hands to be the last ones to hold mine before I can’t hold them anymore. I want your heartbeat to be the last thing I feel before mine is gone for good.
I want to be with you on my last page of life. I want us to make our story together. To go through every chapter of it, holding hands, together. To fight every obstacle and celebrate every victory.
I want us to be the bestselling novel of our own universe and I want our love to inspire us to keep going on. I want our love to be as famous as the one of Jack and Rose.
I want you to be there with me when I face every new day, because I don’t think I can face them alone. I want to have your back whenever you’re struggling.
I want to be your cheerleader, even when I’m too old to jump. I want to be your biggest crush, even when we’re old and wrinkled.
I want to dance with you for the rest of my life, even when our legs don’t work anymore. I want all of my lasts to be with you, and no one else.
