As we were laying in bed together, both pretty tipsy last night,
I was holding him as close and as hard as I could. He was holding me too, slurring his words as he says “I know we’ve only been together a very short time, but I want to spend a long time with you. A really long time. I love you. I want to marry you one day.”
And the first thing he says to me when we woke up today (after he said good morning, my love) is “I meant everything I said last night. Don’t think that was just the whiskey talking. You’re mi amor. I want to spend a very long time with you.”
And that’s how I woke up crying out of happiness this morning.