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Marry me. We don’t have to sign the papers right now. We don’t have to have the wedding right now. We’re 17, I get it. But marry me. We have our whole lives ahead of us and I want to spend it with you. Marry me. Tell me you’ll marry me one day and mean it. Because we’re young and I only see opportunity for us together. Because we’re young and some people aren’t lucky enough to meet their person this young but we are. So marry me. So marry me and we can tell our kids about how we grew together. We can tell them the good and the bad because they shouldn’t be sheltered by it. We can tell them our story. Because it sure as hell isn’t over yet. Marry me because we may be young but I know what I want. And I want a lifetime with you. I don’t want to miss you another second.

I talk to the moon and stars about you.

I miss you. I miss our talks. I miss the way you smiled at me when I say something corny. I miss hearing about your day. I even miss the arguments we get in because us communicating through it showed how much we were willing to fight to be together. I know you need to make yourself happy, I know you want independence and time to be you by yourself. And I refuse to ever come in the way of you loving yourself! I just hope you know that I will be here when you’re ready. You haven’t lost me. You could never lose me.

“I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday.”

— Lemony Snicket

“I think when I met you, I became myself again. And we stumbled towards this mad world and made sense of it. Together.”

— R.M. Drake

You make me a hopeless romantic. You turn my hard spots soft and you always know how to get me talking. I couldn’t care less about going the extra mile for someone. But then I met you and I’d go millions of extra miles for you. I’d turn this world on its head to watch that smile come across your face. I act tough and like nothing can break me. But you make me vulnerable and I absolutely love it. You turn me into your baby and you remind me it’s okay not to be tough all the time. You touch me, you speak to me, you look at me, and I melt. I turn straight to mush and the best part is, I know I’m safe to do it! You’re my safe place, you’re my home, you’re my forever and always. I love you. I miss the safety of your arms. I miss you.

I’m starving for a good conversation.

And I know we aren’t a fairy tale. I know that because of three things:

There are no gay fairy tales

We have flaws, we aren’t perfect

Fairy tales aren’t real. And what we have is raw and real

I don’t want fairy tales. I want real and I want imperfections that make us each other’s definition of perfection and I want to be very, very gay with you!

Break my heart a thousand times and I’ll still love you.

I just wish you loved me as much as I love you.

Is there a story where the Love Triangle (it's an Arrow let's be real) turns into polyamory? Like is that a thing? It needs to be a thing. If its not a thing we should make it a thing

Is there a story where the Love Triangle (it's an Arrow let's be real) turns into polyamory? Like is that a thing? It needs to be a thing. If its not a thing we should make it a thing

Is there a story where the Love Triangle (it's an Arrow let's be real) turns into polyamory? Like is that a thing? It needs to be a thing. If its not a thing we should make it a thing