I don’t think I’ve taken the time out to say, how much I love you.

You make my everyday a day to remember, a day to cherish,

a day to continue remembering.

You’ve been a rock, an anchor in my sea of emotions,

you’ve weathered many of my storms and yet you’ve stayed.

You’ve seen me, for me,

who I am and what I am.

My childish ways, my silly actions,

and my non-adult like methods of getting you to laugh.

Whether I’m running around the house in my pajamas screeching,

Or using my imagination to pretend that I’m a ninja.

Or,Gushing about flowers,

Or, yelling at games/TV.

Just overall just acting like a fool.

 

You have so many romanticized ideas of things we can do together

But but in reality, I’m very lazy and we tend to end up watching Netflix on the couch.

I’ve promised you I’d do things with you,

and when something comes up, you say “It’s okay love, I promise you it's okay”.

To which I reply with “Are you sure?”

with many sad emoticons.

 

I’ve had to blow something off that you were excited for…

Yet, you stay with me.

 

I don’t know, I mean look at me.

I’m a string bean,

I give zero warmth as I’m usually very cold.

I’m also not the prettiest flower in the garden.

In fact I consider myself dead last in a competition of beauty

but, again, you contradict that belief by sticking with me;

you make me feel beautiful.

 

You also feel as if you’re not pretty, not beautiful,

not nearly as amazing as you truly are.

To me, your beauty transcends modern language,

it is what brings the moon out, to block the covetous sun

That ever dare burn such a beautiful person.

You are my sky, and world and I truly don’t want you to think

that I take you for granted, for every moment with you

is like I’m living in a fantasy world,

and I have a goddess who loves me entirely.

So thank you for loving this little mortal,

and just so you know; he loves you with all his heart as well.