I am a walking poem, written in the ugliest handwriting. He still chooses to read my every stanza, illegible words and all.
I am a dictionary full of words that nobody understands, yet he still memorizes my every definition as if they're the only ones in his vocabulary that matter.
I am that song on the radio that nobody knows the words to - the song that everybody fast forwards. Somehow, I am still his favorite song to sing at karaoke night.
I am a continent of insecurities surrounded by an ocean of self-doubt but I, I am still his favorite holiday destination.
I hold earthquakes in my heart, flash floods in my eyes and hurricanes in my throat , but he is not afraid of the storms – he dances in them.
And I am the luckiest person in the world, to be able to be his.
