If only every night could be like last night.

If only he could wake me up from sleep every night and tell me I'm beautiful even if I am having a very bad cold and my eyes are swollen and red.

Sometimes I'm scared that I love him too much and that he'll hurt me. Sometimes I feel like giving up. But everytime he leans in close and whispers that he loves me then everything is justified - the tears I've spilt for him, the times I felt so heartbroken, the times I felt so fucking frustrated.

I'd go through all this and more just as long as you're by my side.

I love you baby. Here's counting down to our second month together.