There are things I've rehearsed a thousand times in my head — the exact words, the perfect moment — and yet when I'm with you, every carefully prepared sentence dissolves, because no language has ever been invented that's big enough for what I feel.
So let me try, simply and honestly:
You are the person I look for in a crowded room. You are the laugh I want to hear at the end of a hard day. You are the reason mornings feel like a beginning and not just a start.
I have watched you — the way you care about everything and everyone — and I have known, with a certainty I have felt about very little else in life, that you are the one I want beside me. Not for a season. Not until something better comes along. Forever.
So I'm asking you, Riya Shakya — will you let me love you?
Will you be mine, as I have already been yours for longer than you know?
❤ Will you be my love? ❤
