From siblings to lovers. What’s next?

“All forms of love are necessary, and none are to be ignored, but all of us find some forms of love to be more emotionally valuable to us. They are a currency that we find particularly precious, a language that delivers the message of love to our hearts with the most power. Some types of love are more thrilling and fulfilling to us when we receive them.”

{http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1-4u9W-bns} Listen. :*

I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you. How good you look when you smile. How much I love your laugh. I daydream about you off and on, replaying pieces of our conversations; laughing at funny things that you said or did. I catch myself smiling again at what I imagine. I wonder what will happen the next time we are married and even though neither of us know what the future holds, I know one things for sure, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.

In advance, I want to tell you sorry for whatever it is that I might do or did. There are things that sometimes even if I want to keep myself away with, so I won’t hurt you, I can’t. If sometimes, I do things that I know will give you heartaches, I’m sorry. Please, even if most of the time now I tend to give up on us or lose grip, make me remember and not forget that what we have is real. And that this love, even if in other’s eyes it’s wrong or awkward, we’ll survive and make it last until the day we finally could wrap around each other’s arms.

I know you hate marriage and I won’t give up on asking you even if it takes thousand questions of your answers. I love you, Baby Carlyle. I promise not to give up on you. I promise to buy you pads when you have red tide. I promise to cook for you when you get sick or not. I promise to love you more than your ex/es has loved you. I promise to stay with you from the last breath of my life. Maybe they don’t like us to be together. But who fucking cares? It’s our relationship not theirs. I won’t be strict to you because I know you hate it. I know you don’t wanna lose me. But why don’t we try the next level of our relationship. Baby Carlyle, will you marry me?