#loveletters.

I just want you to know I love you so so much and you're my perfect little angel and holy shit I love you. You're perfect. If anybody tells you otherwise, punch them. Because you're beautiful and too perfect for their shit.

I love you. Youre mine and I'm yours

Forever.

If you're reading this, do me a favor. 

Look at your left hand, look at your ring finger.

You are my everything. There is nobody I love on this planet more than you. I would stop singing, I would stop talking the Alex/JC/Brandon/Tyler, I would throw out all of my band posters- I would leave my music side behind if it meant keeping you happy. I would do anything for you. You are the only thing on this planet I would die without. 

I do not care. You know what I'm talking about. 

You are you, not that. You are YOU. You are my husband, and I promised to love YOU for the rest of our lives. YOU are who I fell in love with, not that. 

If anybody told me this time last year in a year I would find the person who I was born to fall in love with, I would call them a liar. When you came along, I still didn't think it. But then I realized that it was you. You were the person I was meant to fall in love with.

I really hope you're reading this. 

I love you.

Just. You. 

But you changed that. 

You made every day amazing, because I started waking up to you half on top of me on tour, and when I asked you and you said yes to marrying me, that was it. I was completely in love with you, and I knew that you were the one I had been waiting for. Twenty years of waiting for someone, and I found them, I found you.

And believe me, sweetheart, I hate that I can't do anything. There's nothing I can do. You've made me so happy, but I can't do the same. I avoid asking about anything because I know I don't understand. I know I don't. Especially last night, I let Dani do all the talking. She knows...maybe not everything...but she knows more than I do. I feel so useless right now, because my sister can talk to you and make things better than I fucking can. 

It feels fucking terrible. 

Please just...if I say anything wrong just hit me across the face or tell me- please. I want to help you...you've given me my life back. And I just want you to be happy. 

Four months ago I didn't have a husband or a family.

And now I have both. I have you and the kids. Thanks to you.