Dearest
Early Bird,
A
year with you is complete.
I
cannot say it wasn’t hard –
you
know it was.
Every
day a push and pull,
deciding
where I could
stand,
arguing where you could sit.
I
cannot lie – many days
out
of our 12 months there sat
an
agonizing weight upon my heart,
a
rage of worries battling
against
our growing relationship,
trying
to knock down the castle
we
were building up for ourselves.
While
I am still a girl,
you
treat me like a princess,
and
I hope I’ve been fair enough
to
call you my prince.
I
know our love is like no fairytale.
Fairytales
are few and only far between,
meant
for silly dreamers like me.
But
I can only hope that after
two
years, or three,
we
can agree to keep one another
in
a united life of laughs, leaky faucets,
and
late night kisses, filling picture frames
with
our captured hearts
and
silly souls.
So
here’s to one more year
and
many more.
May
God ever be with us, in us,
and
alongside us.
With
Love,
Night Owl
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