My dear,

I cannot wait to be patient with you.

I cannot wait to slowly learn all your little quirks and flaws, and for you to learn mine.

I cannot wait to hold you when you are battling against the coldness of life at 3:00am, and to wrap you up in my arms until you are warm again.

I can’t wait to whisper into your ear that you are beautiful (especially in crowded places when you can’t argue back) and to continue doing so even if it takes a million times to make you believe it.

I cannot wait to catch you when you feel that you are sinking. When you are drowning, I cannot wait to swim through your oceans just to breathe some life into your lungs.

I cannot wait to be patient with you, love, and to kiss away every last doubt that you are anything short of magnificent.

I cannot wait… my glasses are so horrible, I can barely see the letters on the screen, I wish I could pour more ‘cannots’ and ‘waists’ …❤️🙏🏾

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