kayfromhome

I’ve heard that those who love fearlessly live fearlessly.
I had never known what it meant to love without fear, until I met you.

Where did you come from?

You, who pursued me so adamantly.
You, who affirmed the good in my heart and weren’t easily frightened by the ghosts that haunt me.

Where did you learn to dispel every dark shadow, and protect me so well… if even from myself?

You, who call me your favorite girl.
You, who calms every anxious thought with your gentle consistency.

At the risk of drowning you in your own love language, allow me to continue?
(Though, we’re dangerously close to the point of gushing!)

If I could use one word to describe you, it would be unbelievable. I find you hard to believe and that surprises me. And, I hate surprises. At least, I did until you showed me that “not knowing” doesn’t have to be scary.

Your love and our story are so ridiculous that it almost seems too good to be true.

You have brought me a life full of laughter, like it was a simple bouquet of all the sun-kissed, irrepressible moments of happiness stuck together.

You pull me out of the clouds and tie me firmly to earth.

You keep me from taking myself too seriously.

You show me the clearest picture of Jesus that I have ever seen.

You were always the standard, and now, you are mine.

It was always you, Daniel.

I love you.