Boxes

What if it turned out you checked literally all of my boxes, every single last one of them, even the ones I keep secret from the world?

And I'm beginning to suspect you might…

How could it not be meant to be? How could we not end up together?

I mean, you've already checked off more boxes than anyone, ever. Checked off a whole huge heaping swath of them even before we met. That you then went on to check more and more and more and more and more of them off as I got to know you…

sigh

You are… What I want. In a partner, in a friend, in a lover.

In a wife, if you'll have me.

In the mother of my children… if it weren't already too late for that.

I love you, my star.

You are my universe, my everything.

My every box, checked.

I love you.