If something feels really really good, it can't be bad, right?
I may not be your first, your last or your only. You've cared about someone else before me, and will again. But you'll care for me at that moment, and that's all that will matter. I won't expect you to be perfect, because I know I'm flawed as well. You won't have to think of me every second of your everyday, and I don't have to be the center of your universe. I'll just hold a part of you, one you realise I can break. I won't hurt you, or try to change you, and I won't expect more than I know you can give. My only promise is that I will make you smile, when you make me happy, yell when you make me mad, miss you when we're not together, and love you like you'll never break my heart.
So when our time comes, and mark my words, it will come, it shall be the beginning of always. A promise, a belief in each other and the possibility of love. A decision to ignore, simply rise above the pain of the past. A covenant, which at once binds two souls, and severs prior ties. A celebration of the chance taken and the challenge which lies ahead. That night will be merely a formality, only an announcement to the world of feelings long held, and of hearts forever intertwined.
