ok I'm pretty new to this so please don't judge me on what I say.
I've been through many romantic relationships, but none of them were this special to me.
At first you were just another girl who I talked to, I didn't really think anything of my feelings for you, as they were so small. But then you had this sort of spunk, this personality that I just couldn't get enough of.
Then I started to get butterflies whenever we talked, scratch that. It was like a fucking jungle in my stomach.
You were so confident in talking to me, and I loved it. I began to really like you, we talked more and did a lot of naughty things.
Then I thought "fuck it" and I asked you to be my girlfriend. Since then I couldn't be more happy.
I know sometimes I care too much, and I'm not perfect and I can be a little protective and jealous. But it's who I am, and you accept me.
You're perfect, from your looks to your heart. Everything about you is beautiful. Your plump lips, amazing body, your cute blush, and your creativity and outgoing personality.
Whenever any of us has a problem, we talk it out. We communicate well together.
I know it might be too soon, that's why I'm writing this in advance. because the thought of being with you forever, makes me so happy.
I love how when we're together, you can just feel the connection. You're perfect and I'm not, but that's what makes us perfect for each other.
I've never really believed in true love, but you changed that.
I'll give everything you'd ever want in life. And I just want to be forever yours.
We've gone through some shit, I know. People just don't approve of our relationship, fucking hell, we're having a baby. I still can't get over the fact that I'm going to be a father.
We're going to have a home and a family and good life together. At least I can hope so.
There was this poem that I read, that reminded me of you,
"But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me."
Pablo Neruda.
I want to spend forever with you, and an eternity more, I know this is very sloppy, I'm sorry, but I ask you, Rose my love,
will you marry me?
