I want you to be the first person I live with. The first person I will share a space with - our room, our bed, our living room, our couch. I want the little things we do together to become everyday things. Every morning, I want you to be there to play me songs on your guitar while I put on my makeup. I want you to be the person to unzip my dress when I get home. I want to cook dinner with you. I want to make your lunch every morning. I want you to save me from every spider. I want you to be the one person I come home to, after I strip away my fears, my anxieties, and my clothes that I wore all day. When I look in the mirror and cringe, you will be there to tell me the opposite. Every night, I will be yours to dissolve into and, for that time, everything will be okay, because you and I will be together.
One time, me, Meg, and Tom were listening to “You Sexy Thing,” and Tom said, “I want at my wedding for all the groomsmen to come out dancing to this song….that’d be sick.” And I said, “I knew there was a reason I like you so much.”