My person

Someday I hope to tell our story. Maybe it will only reach our grandchildren. Maybe it will reach the New York times best seller list. Who knows. As far as I know, it's quite an adventure. You are my adventure. You are what I spent my whole life dreaming about. You took every wrecked and broken piece of me and showed me that they all still had beauty and purpose. You held my hand when I couldn't see where I was going. You brought me home. You brought me home into your arms. And as far as I'm concerned, that's the only home I've ever truly known. When everything seemed so dark and empty. You came, in all of your glory, and filled my emptiness. I don't want to tell you that you are my anchor, because you don't drag me down, not at all. I want to tell you that you are my ship. Because you pulled me out of my darkest waters and saved me. I want to tell you that you are priceless and you are the most precious sight that my eyes have ever been blessed to see. I want to tell you that I need you more than I need my organs, because even then, I could live without some of them. But I cannot live without you, not even for one day. I want to tell you that out of every day I have spent walking this Earth, I have never felt as grand and alive as I do being yours. I want to tell you that not even the skies are more important than you. Not even the oceans, not even the sun. You are my Sunshine. You are the light that I see. That I feel. You are the only light I know. And we are meant to be together. You and me. You're my person and I know you don't believe me when I call you perfect but believe me when I say you're my person. You always have been and you always will be.