Saturday, September 5, 2015

Ill Prepared.


Nothing could have prepared me for this.
This life.
This reality that I live.
Right now.

Life is a beautiful thing, especially now that you are around me. Never would I have guessed that I would be so lucky. 

Now I am here, traveling the world with you, holding your hand. 
I never want to let go. 

When I tell you I'm happy, your reply was that you wanted to make me the happiest. 
How did I get so lucky?