And still, for all the jealously, all the doubt, sometimes I will be struck with a kind of awe that we're together. That someone like me could find someone like you --- it renders me wordless. Because surely words would conspire against such luck, would protest the unlikelihood of such a turn of events.

These words are now mine, but soon they’ll be ours.

But if I didn’t want to be alone, then why didn’t I want to be with anyone else?

It's the secret smile you get from knowing that, somewhere, there is someone who is yours. Not in the sense that you own her or control her. She is yours because you can say anything to her, whenever you need to. And she can do the same, whenever she needs to.

this blue shirt i have is practically the same color as my jeans, and looking all-blue is something only cookie monster can pull off.

It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

I would always wait to take you home.