"Parce que je t'aime"
That day, you smiled and I felt my gut drop
That day, you laughed and my world exploded in color
That day, I fell for you, body and soul
You showed up to my door with soup in hand when I was sick
I brought you coffee and sat with you while you studied through the night
We graduated with the fullest smiles on our faces
I learned Hungarian so I could converse with your parents
You learned how to take care of my sister's diabetes
You wanted to see the world so we learned to stop eating out and saved up
Sometimes you got angry with me
Sometimes I got angry with you
Dishes weren't my thing and waking up early wasn't yours
You broke your leg and our trip got set back a year
I lost my job and our trip was set back another year
Your mother needed surgery, our car was vandalized,
and our trip seemed more like an innocent fantasy than a possibility
We started to forget about it
We settled down,
Planted a garden of rosemary and thyme,
Went to farmer's markets on the weekends
We adopted a dog and named him Charlie
You landed a prestigious engineering contract,
I opened a modest publishing house
We moved into our own house
Our dream trip was now only present in the posters of France you tacked to the walls,
the painting of the Alps we bought off a guy on the street
and the nearly empty mason jar we intended to collect travel funds in
One day, we were having a picnic and you smiled
It was so radiant it blotted out the sun
You laughed and suddenly we were nineteen again, young and glowing
The next day, I sold my publishing house and bought tickets to France
I had intended until we got to the Eiffel Tower but I couldn't wait
Right there in the airport, I knelt down
You've been with me through thick and thin,
you trusted me and never betrayed my trust,
you know my order at any of our favorite restaurants
and you're too perfect for me but still you said yes
I stood, we hugged and you whispered in my ear,
"Je t'adore et tu est mon etoile. Je t'aime"
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