Coming right up on 4 years, which is mind blowing to me. I'm sitting here on the sofa just outside of 2 weeks until I get to go back home to Him and I wrote something to Him that I'd like to keep here forever.
It's not the most eloquent thing ever, and I don't expect any of it to matter or make sense to anyone else, this is just for U/us.
I fucking love O/our life. I know it's just a shadow of the past and future... but god I love O/our life! I'm sitting here tearing up thinking about the past and the future. Memories and aspirations. Thank You for existing. Thank You for loving me. THANK YOU FOR LOVING ME. I'm stupidly crying over cruise memories, and the little cottage, kayaking and hiking at 6 am... firepits and family bbqs, water balloon fights and apple bobbing... reupholstering chairs and a sofa... curtains and sunburn care, hot tubs and waterslides so many times I swear I could barely walk that night... swinger hotels and nudist colonies, food trucks and Celebration, dancing in a macaroon store, Golf caddying, and Birdies, trying new things, learning I love liquor (in moderation), and wings, and never forget kinky Costco trips, and me losing my mind over Bass Pro Shop, Stampede and the biggest Zucchini ever.... There is no part of our history that I dont fucking love. I want all of it. Forever. Please.
Here's to a heck of a list of memories to love, and that's all W/we've packed into 4 years! Imagine the next 14? I'll aim for 40. <3
Hope you all find your Happily ever after.
~His slaveMikayla
