Dear Sweet Garrett,
Two people with two different smiles and hearts.
Three dates ended with one title.
Together.
Being together concluded in one plump friendship.
One friendship grew into admiration.
Love.
Ten fingers entwined in-between one another.
Two lips pressed upon each other.
Evidence.
Thousands of dreams exchanged nightly.
Thousands of dreams narrowed into one.
Future.
A future together.
Garrett.
Seven letters that represent one man.
One man whom I've spent two months with today.
I've loved every second.
I've cherished every minute.
I memorize every hour.
I count the days apart,
so that I can love every second, cherish every minute and memorize every hour.
In hopes of one life.
With you.
Garrett.
I'm about to be OVERBEARINGLY CHEESY.
If the moon was mine, it'd be yours to have.
If the sky was at my fingertips, it'd be in your pocket.
If all the words were mine to whisper, they'd be in your ears to hear.
If all the miles were mine to run, to you I'd come.
If the mountains were mine to move,
the sea mine to govern,
the sun mine to grant.
You'd have it all.
I love you Garrett.
From,
Kelsey Rose, a hopeful poet.
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