I just love him so much.

 I love him the kind of love

 Where I want to ask him

What color drapes to put in the living room

And how many eggs

 He wants for breakfast

And check three times

If he made reservations for dinner

And call him on his lunch break

To see how his day’s going

And tell him about mine.

I want our kids to run to him

 When he gets home from work

 Screaming, “Daddy!”

 I want to watch stupid movies

 That only he likes with him

 Just to make him happy

And force him to watch mine.

I want to travel the world with him.

 I want to take him to see

The ocean at night,

When it’s the most beautiful.

 I want him to grab me

When I wake up screaming

 In the middle of the night

To tell me that

The demons are far away,

The monsters are gone now,

 And as he holds me

I relax back into reality.

 I want him to know the story

 Of my life and be the story of my life.

 I want him to see me

On our wedding day

 And think that he is making the right decision,

Spending the rest of his life

 With me.

I love him so much

 That I want to die first

 So that I don’t have to ever

Live without him.

I want to replay his voice

Over and over in my head.

 I want to miss him

And yet know that

 When I come back

Everything is going to be the same

As when we last parted.

 I want to fight with him

 (Because that’s just life)

 And then go get ice cream

At three in the morning to make up.

 I want to stay up

All night with him,

Just talking about life.

 I want to teach him how to dance,

And I want him to be happy,

 No matter what I value his happiness.

 I want to struggle through

The hard parts of life

At his side,

I want to kiss him in the rain,

And I want to wake up in sixty years

And look at him and say

That is the man

That has made my life what it is.

 I want to fall asleep

 To the sound of him breathing,

 I want to listen to all his

Stupid dumb lectures on science,

 I want to bring him home

 To meet my parents and

They will love him so much.

I want him to be the first person

 I go to when something wonderful happens,

 I want to be excited

 For good things in his life

And for him to be excited

 For good things

 In my life

Because it’s OUR life now.

 I want to talk to him

About every major decision I make

And write little sticky notes

To remind him to do the things

I’ve asked him to do six times

And stick them on his forehead

When he’s sleeping.

 I want to throw a pillow at him

Because we’ve been married

 For six years and he still thinks

 He loves me more.

I want to watch him grow old

And grow old by his side.

 I want to play cruel April fool’s jokes on him

And take him furniture shopping

And cook him food

And make pancakes on Saturday mornings

And I want to go through the ups

 And downs of life.

 I want him to have and to hold

From that day forward,

For richer or poorer,

For better or worse,

In sickness and health,

Until the day I die.

To love and honor him

With all the days of my life,

To always tell him the truth,

To be faithful to him

And to care about everything in his life.

I want to tell him everything.

 I want to have weird little traditions,

 Like poking the other one until they

Wake up or whatever.

 I want to have him be my New Year’s kiss,

 My valentine EVERY year,

My superhero,

My one and only.

 I’m beginning to believe this is true love.

 And if it’s not I don’t want to find it with anyone but him.