You will probably read this in time. 

I never romanticize what we have because I find everything perfect. The way we embrace on the loneliest of nights and hold hands on the happiest of days, the silly talks, the quiet moments inside coffee shops: they seem to be too raw and heartfelt and honest to be put into words. The way you look at me, as if I am the only person who exists in this world, makes me quiver with ecstasy and affection. I love you, and there will always be a part of me that will be scared of losing you.

Sometimes, I wake up at the wee hours of the morning and look at you and listen to your breathing. It gives me a feeling that all is well and all will be fine. I always want to capture the moment, so even when I am old and grey and when everything seems forgotten, I will always have those moments tucked in my memory.

I can't describe how happiness embraces me when I am with you. You have always been a breath of fresh air--the way you smile and laugh, the way you move your eyes and lips when you think, and the small details that make you special. I guess I will only falter if I try to describe them, because I may be at loss with words.

I will always find you in my heart, as I hope I will always have a place in yours. 

Now until forever.

With love, 

M.