I would rather spend one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone. That's how I feel, truly. It's not about grand gestures or sweeping declarations; it's about the quiet moments, the shared laughter, the comfortable silences. It's about waking up next to you, knowing that even the mundane feels extraordinary because we're experiencing it together. Remember that rainy Tuesday? We were huddled inside, watching the storm rage outside, sipping hot chocolate. You were reading, I was sketching, and the only sound was the gentle patter of rain against the windowpane. That, to me, was perfect. More perfect than any exotic vacation or lavish celebration. This isn't a fairytale. We'll have our disagreements, our frustrating moments, our challenges. But the thought of facing them all, hand in hand, makes the rough patches seem insignificant. It's about the unwavering support, the unspoken understanding, the knowledge that we've got each other's backs, no matter what. And that's why, even amidst the chaos of life, I choose you. Every single time. Because a lifetime with you, even with its imperfections, is a lifetime infinitely richer than any eternity spent alone. It's a lifetime filled with love, laughter, and the quiet comfort of knowing you're right there, beside me.
