I'm not here
just to feel something.
I'm here
to create something.
With you.
Not temporary—
not fragile—
but something
that doesn't fall apart
when life gets serious.
Because love—
real love—
isn't just
late-night talks
and stolen glances.
It's responsibility.
It's showing up
when you're tired.
It's choosing each other
when everything else
is easier.
And I want that.
With you.
Yes, I'll flirt—
I'll tease you
until you roll your eyes,
I'll say things
that make your heart race
a little faster than usual.
But beneath all that—
there's a promise
I don't say lightly.
That I won't disappear
when things become real.
That I won't love you
only when it's convenient.
That I won't treat you
like something temporary
in a permanent world.
Because you're not.
You're someone
I see a future with.
And I don't say that
to impress you.
I say that
because it's true.
I imagine days
where we argue
and still choose each other.
Days where we're tired
but still sit together
in silence
that feels like peace.
Days where love
isn't exciting—
but steady.
And that's the kind of love
I want to give you.
Not loud—
but lasting.