I guess thats whats beautiful about it, about us: the not planning, the not knowing, and now the prettiest little contradiction. After years of plotting, of preventing and accepting. The scariest part, no damage control. And after, through everything- like you said, everyday the doubt ceases more. While I convinced myself that ending is inevitable (life, love, and everything in and of itself), you never neglected to profess this undying idea of you and me. You would have thought I would collect the idea the first time you held me while I cried, but no, being me (stubborn and concealed) I had no clue you would still be here through endless months of faithfulness and a repetition of the passion in our first kiss. Now, it is here, where the planning stops and the living begins. Because regardless of the fighting and the pain which undoubtedly lies ahead, I'll always be here for you and I know that you'll be here for me.