And somehow I still don't have enough. Every ridiculous selfie, every trip, every date night, every ordinary Tuesday — proof that my favorite story has always been us.
We never really did boring. We did ballparks, ferris wheels, scooters, paint nights, road trips, overdressed dinners, under-planned adventures… and a truly unreasonable number of selfies.
We have worn a lot of colors, cheered for a lot of teams, and somehow managed to make the seats beside each other the best ones in the house.
“Not some perfectly filtered love story. Ours.”And I wouldn't trade it
Some couples do dinner. We apparently decided paint-covered aprons, scooters, travel, and making faces at the camera counted as romance. Turns out we were right.
We've changed hairstyles, cities, clothes, careers, plans — and probably our minds a thousand times. Through every version of us, I still look over and think, “Yep. Still her.”
You're still the person I want beside me when something amazing happens, and the person I want beside me when absolutely nothing is happening.
For the adventures. The hard years. The victories. The family we've built. The inside jokes nobody else understands. The ridiculous moments we absolutely should have known better than to document.
And somehow you keep choosing me too — which either proves true love exists or that you're incredibly committed to a decision you made years ago.
Either way, I'm keeping you.
To the moon and back still doesn't quite cover it.