When I think about you, I think about all the times I’ve been happy in my life

Because that’s what you do

You make me happy

Sometimes when I’m alone, my thoughts hurt me with everything imaginable

The tearing, and tears can get too much for me sometimes

My scars are farther than skin deep

So I shut down and build up walls so that no one can see me

 

I’ve had this fading heart for a while now

I know if my chest were open on an operating table the surgeons would be confused

They’d wonder to themselves, “How long has this been going on?”

Like a survivor on the brink of death

Each day I’m with you, I can feel my heart beat just a little harder as if to say “I’m not ready to stop loving yet”

 

You and I are alike, in more ways than one

We cry, we laugh, we sing our hearts out to the songs that matter

We get scared, anxious, and doubtful of one another

When I think about you, there is no doubt

No relationship is perfect, and I’m not saying our will be as well

I just know that our relationship is worth it

Worth all the days spent wondering if we’re good for each other

All the time that we’ll miss one another

Every single thing I do with you is perfect

 

You are mine.

I say that confidently and proud, because the person that you are and are becoming is the most amazing thing that the world has ever seen

I wanna be selfish and claim you for myself

Not for bragging rights, but because you being mine means that I’m worthy of having something wonderful in my life

That I am worthy of your love, and affection

That I deserve to feel like no matter how many times I fail, someone will be there to pick me up

 

I pray that I never have to see a day where we are not together

Because you are the end, but also the beginning of something breathtaking

I look forward to the years approaching

To the nights we stay up talking

To the trips that we will take

To anything that we can possibly do together, I look forward to it all

 

If you didn’t already know, I love you.

 

I love your smile, and the way that you look at me

Sometimes when you look at me, I can hear you say “Wow, I’m so lucky.”

Do you know how I know? Because I think the same thing too

I love the way your eyes seem to tell a million stories with just one glance

I love the way you laugh as if you can’t get enough air

I love the way your hand feels when you caress my back and touch my face

 

Your lips are the only lips that I’ve known to be kind, sweet, and loving

You are a beautiful man, Brandon Aaron Eastom.

I hope you never forget how amazing we are together

You are my Forever and Always

Always and Forever