It amazes me how my love for him continues to intensify, even after spending nearly every day together for over a year. I love the routine weβve built: how he sits on the edge of the bed every single morning and leans down to gently wake me up with a soft goodbye kiss before leaving for work or class; our cuddles and laughter every night on the couch; dailyΒ βI love youβs; long back rubs; sitting on the back porch, listening to the insects, drinking wine, and telling secrets on Saturday nights; reading books out loud together before bed and feeling so comforted by the sound of his voice. A few days ago, we were discussing the logistics of moving in together--such as what we would do about the lease if we were to break up--and he said,Β βIβm honestly not worried about it at all, because Iβm pretty sure Iβm going to try to marry you,β and my heart swelled with so much emotion. Iβve been wary to call him the βOne,βΒ because Iβm so afraid of losing him, but I canβt imagine anyone else, and I am so damn excited for our future together.



















