So I just typed up this big long thing about what I said Monday night when we were laying in bed. About you being my person. And as I was reading it I realized I didn’t make any fucking sense. Its just rambling trying to explain to you this concept of what I mean by you’re my person. And it kinda skunk in for me how much I truly love you.

You are my person.

The person I love.

The person I want to share everything with.

The person I want to fall asleep with and who’s face I actually want to see the next morning. Every morning actually.

The person that makes my whole world light up and shine that much brighter for having them in it.

You are my favorite person.

And I cannot imagine my life without you.

You asked me last night if I thought we were moving to fast.

No, no Sir. I don’t.

Have we moved a lot faster then I had planned on? Absolutely.

Would I change anything about what we have done?

Not a fucking chance.

So no Sir, we are not moving too fast. If anything, sometimes I wonder if we are moving fast enough.

We are both so very jaded and so very afraid of being hurt again. And we can promise each other it won’t happen, but only time can show us that.

So for now I am going to keep going with the flow.

But I have to tell you Sir. It’s getting harder and harder to fall asleep without you next to me.