Someone asked me,
"If I really wanted to sleep with the same person
For the rest of my life..."
The answer?
HELL YES.
Hell yes, I do.
I want to sleep with,
argue with,
shower with,
eat with,
prosper with,
grow with,
be successful with—
the same person,
for the rest of my days.
Yes.
Without hesitation.
Because...
Not only did she take the time
to learn my favorite color,
but I learned that my favorite color
is the color of her eyes.
That my favorite flavor
is the sweetness of her lips.
That no scent compares
to her natural skin,
and if I could bottle a fragrance,
it would be her—
a perfume so divine
it could stop hearts mid-beat.
My favorite place in this entire world?
Her arms.
My sanctuary.
My eternal home.
I sat back once,
recounting every failed attempt at love,
every person I thought I was in love with—
and realized,
they couldn't hold a candle to her.
They couldn't compare
to the one who brings me peace,
the one who is comfort,
the one who is love—
unwavering, unmatched,
unshakable.
She is the star of my show,
the reason I rise and glide.
My motivation.
My heart in human form.
Giving her the world
wouldn't be enough.
She deserves devotion
beyond measure.
She is what I prayed for—
answered, in human form.
So to answer your question again:
Yes, I can sleep with the same person
for the rest of my life—
peacefully,
if it's her.
Yes, I can argue with the same person,
for the rest of my life—
if it's her.
Yes, I can shower,
eat,
and build with the same person,
for the rest of my life—
if it's her.
Every meal,
she is the queen beside me.
Every dream,
she is the partner who helps me build it.
Every success,
in life,
in family,
in everything I touch—
is because of her.
Without hesitation.
Without doubt.
HELL YES.
A thousand times.
I'd go through every trial,
every heartbreak,
every storm I've ever faced—
twice over—
just to return to her arms.
Because she took the time
to be all I needed,
and more.
She gave me a love that lasts a lifetime.
A love that gave me a family.
A love that turned a house into a home.
A love that shields,
that protects,
that restores.
That is the love
worth choosing,
worth fighting for,
worth living in—
for the rest of my life.
And so,
when they ask me again,
I'll smile,
and say it louder this time:
HELL... YES.
