Three sleeps until I say I do.
In one month, I will say I do.
I’ve never been more ready to tell the woman that I love that I want to spend the rest of my life with her.
Love is a word that is much too soft and used far too often to ever describe the fierce, infinite and blazing passion that I have in my heart for you.
Sometimes you put walls up, not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.
Right from the start
You were a thief
You stole my heart
And I your willing victim
I let you see the parts of me
That weren’t all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them
Those four walls now, are the only place that I can breathe out
Those four walls now, are home
Those three words now, are the only thing that came to save me
Those three words now, are home
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude.
It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends.
1 Corinthians 13:4–8a
What if I fall and hurt myself?
Would you know how to fix me?
What if I went and lost myself?
Would you know where to find me?
If I forgot who I am,
Would you please remind me?
Oh, cause without you things go hazy.
Take my hand
I’ll teach you to dance
I’ll spin you around
Won’t let you fall down
Would you let me lead?
You can step on my feet
Give it a try
It’ll be alright