Honestly, I really do hope he reads this

A couple of minutes ago you told me that you had a dream about me, where we weren't really doing anything, just, you were spending time with me, and the image of me blushing was stuck in your head like it was tattooed to the inside of your skull. Nothing really provoked you to mention that you had a dream about me, I'm usually the one that gushes about the slightest things, and you sit back and listen while smiling, Christ, your smile, I love your smile. I really did mean it when I said that I love every little thing about you. You really are a wonderful man, and you made me the happiest girl on earth when you called me your wife to your coworkers. I can't help but feel a little prideful, knowing that the people you work with, never see you smile, until you look down at your phone, and read something, anything, that I had sent you, ad when they ask what it is that you're smiling about, you call me your wife, saying that it's your wife that sent you something, I can't believe you want ME to be by your side, for the rest of your life, and the thought of me caring for you and being there for your for the rest of my life just fills me with this sense of utter peace. It's unlike anything I've ever felt and nothing like anything I'll ever feel towards anyone else. There will be no one else, you're my one and only. I don't need to prove to anyone else that we're going to have a happy life together because it isn't their life, it's ours. I want to love you, I want to care for you, I want to marry you, and I know you want to do the same. All those nights we'd stay up talking to each other for literal hours on end, where you read to me, and would tell me stories as your sweet, soothing, deep voice lulled me to sleep, I cherished every one of them. I cherished every breath you took as you paused in between passages, every sigh you'd exhale when I asked for one more story, or read one more chapter. I even cherish when we butt-heads over anything, no matter how small; like which Jojo is better, and how you say my taste is trash, or about politics, or about how my 'modern take on life' is stupid and you get so rilled up about the simplest of things, and it's just, so, lovely. You're so lovely when you sing to me and call me your little goblin and other cute names that never ever fail to make me blush. Even when I tell you things that no one else knows, or will ever know, you stay through it all, and you say it compels you towards me. Towards your wife. You always get so happy when we talk about our future together, about how you want to start a garden with me and how I want to own like 6 dogs, and then you said no, and then I said please, and then you said maybe. It was so cute, I could hardly bear it. I wonder what you'll say, if I just start talking about how I would like our wedding to be, maybe you'll enjoy it, maybe you'll get flustered and your stutter will come out. I wouldn't mind, really. Or maybe you're embarrassed, just like you were a bit embarrassed the night when I told you what I was feeling, towards you. I was so scared to tell you, because of how you think and all, and how you'd want to wait till marriage to really get to know your lover. I honestly thought you'd hate me, but you didn't. You told me you felt even more connected to me, knowing what you know now, and I thought to myself when you were gone, 'How on Earth am I able to entice such a jaw-droppingly wonderful man?' I never really did give much thought into marriage, I sort of was fine with whatever life threw at me. But now, when life threw you at me, what with your ideals and interests and all, I knew that as soon as you said to me the first time you loved me, I truly, and dearly loved you back. You're my one and only, and I love you, so so so so so so very much,

Submitted February 25, 2020 at 12:11AM

A couple of minutes ago you told me that you had a dream about me, where we weren't really doing anything, just, you were spending time with me, and the image of me blushing was stuck in your head like it was tattooed to the inside of your skull. Nothing really provoked you to mention that you had a dream about me, I'm usually the one that gushes about the slightest things, and you sit back and listen while smiling, Christ, your smile, I love your smile. I really did mean it when I said that I love every little thing about you. You really are a wonderful man, and you made me the happiest girl on earth when you called me your wife to your coworkers. I can't help but feel a little prideful, knowing that the people you work with, never see you smile, until you look down at your phone, and read something, anything, that I had sent you, ad when they ask what it is that you're smiling about, you call me your wife, saying that it's your wife that sent you something, I can't believe you want ME to be by your side, for the rest of your life, and the thought of me caring for you and being there for your for the rest of my life just fills me with this sense of utter peace. It's unlike anything I've ever felt and nothing like anything I'll ever feel towards anyone else. There will be no one else, you're my one and only. I don't need to prove to anyone else that we're going to have a happy life together because it isn't their life, it's ours. I want to love you, I want to care for you, I want to marry you, and I know you want to do the same. All those nights we'd stay up talking to each other for literal hours on end, where you read to me, and would tell me stories as your sweet, soothing, deep voice lulled me to sleep, I cherished every one of them. I cherished every breath you took as you paused in between passages, every sigh you'd exhale when I asked for one more story, or read one more chapter. I even cherish when we butt-heads over anything, no matter how small; like which Jojo is better, and how you say my taste is trash, or about politics, or about how my 'modern take on life' is stupid and you get so rilled up about the simplest of things, and it's just, so, lovely. You're so lovely when you sing to me and call me your little goblin and other cute names that never ever fail to make me blush. Even when I tell you things that no one else knows, or will ever know, you stay through it all, and you say it compels you towards me. Towards your wife. You always get so happy when we talk about our future together, about how you want to start a garden with me and how I want to own like 6 dogs, and then you said no, and then I said please, and then you said maybe. It was so cute, I could hardly bear it. I wonder what you'll say, if I just start talking about how I would like our wedding to be, maybe you'll enjoy it, maybe you'll get flustered and your stutter will come out. I wouldn't mind, really. Or maybe you're embarrassed, just like you were a bit embarrassed the night when I told you what I was feeling, towards you. I was so scared to tell you, because of how you think and all, and how you'd want to wait till marriage to really get to know your lover. I honestly thought you'd hate me, but you didn't. You told me you felt even more connected to me, knowing what you know now, and I thought to myself when you were gone, 'How on Earth am I able to entice such a jaw-droppingly wonderful man?' I never really did give much thought into marriage, I sort of was fine with whatever life threw at me. But now, when life threw you at me, what with your ideals and interests and all, I knew that as soon as you said to me the first time you loved me, I truly, and dearly loved you back. You're my one and only, and I love you, so so so so so so very much,