You told me last night how much fun you had, how pretty the view was, how good the food tasted but you were more excited to come home, to be home. You told me the view from our bedroom window was prettier than anywhere else you could ever go to, that waking up next to me was always better than some new adventure and being home was more important than any job.
I will always wait because you always come home.
I will always wait.
Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.
Well this was just beautiful