He was the toast to her butter.

I love you now for what we've already shared, and I love you now in anticipation of all that's to come.

Before we met, I was as lost as a person could be and yet you saw something in me that somehow gave me direction again.

Does trust have to be earned. Or is it simply a matter of faith?

While I sleep, I dream of you, and when I wake, I long to hold you in my arms. If anything, our time apart has only made me more certain that I want to spend my nights by your side, and my days with your heart.

If it makes you feel better, I promise to forget.

Maybe I don't want to be defined by what I do. Maybe I'd like to be defined by what I am.