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Holly’s Proposal

Read about the actual proposal (which did not end up including the full speech) here.

Holly's Proposal Speech

“I just want to say how much I love Sarah. She is the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. She is honest, loyal, she makes me laugh every day. I’ve never felt as much love from one person as I do from Sarah. She is my heartbeat and I don’t want to spend a single day without her for the rest of my life.

She is so giving and caring, she has a bigger heart than I do, so you know it must be pretty big! She makes me strive to be a better person every day. I respect Sarah just as much, if not more, than myself. She is the  most intelligent person I’ve ever had a conversation with. She makes me so proud to be her girlfriend, what would make me even more proud, would be to be her wife. That being said, when you know you know, Sarah Elizabeth Brewer, Will you marry me?”

(She said yes)

Slowly, and Then all at Once

“I fell in love the same way you fall asleep; slowly, and then all at once.”

(John Green, The Fault in Our Stars)

It’s you. It’s been you the past 363 days since we first met on July 5th, 2013. And it will be you until the end of time. They will write history books, poetry books, and love novels about us. I just know it.

 

Coming Home

Coming home to you is the best part of my day/evening/night. Coming home to you feels like an ocean mist on my face when the temperature scalds above 90. Coming home to you is learning on Friday that you have the weekend off. Coming home to you is a fresh tank of gas in your car. Coming home to you is a new, unopened pack of cigarettes. Coming home to you feels like I’ve just hand-cut (with scissors) an entire acre of grass. Coming home to you is the look on my mother’s face when I tell her I truly have found the one. Coming home to you is seeing in her eyes that she knows it too. Coming home to you is knowing that everyone important to me in my life, absolutely and unconditionally, loves you. Coming home to you are those dried rose petals you pressed between the pages of a book from the first bouquet I got you. Coming home to you is the one-of-a-kind painting I had made for you for Christmas.

Coming home to you, is coming home to YOU. Nobody else, but you.
That’s the best part of my day. You.

The Second Best Thing

She makes me laugh until my sides hurt. She causes me to smile until my cheeks get sore. She has me think about things so deeply; like what brought us here, what we’re supposed to do while we’re here, and who takes us when we leave. Stressful days aren’t so stressful anymore, because I know I can come home and fall into her arms. I thought I was a suuuuper intelligent cookie, until I met her. The knowledge and intellect she possesses is incomprehensible. She teaches me something new every day. Whether it be something as simple as a fun fact; or something more – like how to be more patient, kind, forgiving.

I see a fantastic arrangement of flowers at the store and think, “Hmm, those would look good on Sarah’s desk at work. I should show those flowers the only thing in this world that’s more gorgeous than they are: Sarah.”

I never thought in my life that I would find a love like this. I never thought one person could be as happy as Sarah makes me.

Being with Sarah is the second best thing that has ever happened to me.

The first? Meeting her.

I Need You

I need you. I need every inch of you. True love is feeling that being only part of another’s life simply is not enough; that you would live in the same skin as them if you could, and share every thought, every feeling, every heartbeat; as one.

I love you

“It’s Monday, and your hair is messy. You haphazardly put on your slacks and blouse as you moan about the day of the week – and I love you.

It’s Tuesday, and you’re stumbling your way around the room, trying to sort out the things you have to do before heading to work. You stop to briefly kiss the freckles on my nose – and I love you.

It’s Wednesday, and you’re quietly sprawled on the couch. You pat the spot next to you and pepper kisses on my hair because it’s my least favorite day of the week (and you know it) – and I love you.

It’s Thursday, and you’re wondering what the weekend will bring, and excited that the following day is TGIF – and I love you.

It’s Friday, and I’m surrounded by DVDs and snacks you’ve prepared while I was heading home from work. You welcome me with blankets and warmth from your arms – and I love you.

It’s Saturday, and you’re feeling lazy. You won’t let me leave your arms (or is it the other way around?) So you tuck me under your chin as we both wonder how much time we have left before sleep makes us miss each other’s faces – and I love you.

It’s Sunday, and there’s nothing much to say but – I love you.”

 

Source: nostalgicjoy

The only thing …

The only thing more incredible than your smile, is when you’re smiling at me.

“And if there’s one thing in this world I’ve ever known for sure it’s that this girl could crush me like a small bug. Leave me so frickin’ broken that there’ll be body bags beneath my eyes from nights I cried so hard the stars died, but I’m like, go ahead. I’m all yours.

I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm ‘cause I’d rather be left for dead than left to wonder what thunder sounds like.”

-Andrea Gibson

04/16/2014

Hours pass with your head on my chest. Your head rises and sinks slowly with the breath in and out of my lungs. The efforts to slow my heart are like a pencil with no tip… pointless; it’s a swift b-beat, b-beat when I’m with you. 

How wonderful it is to be in love.

-Holly

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