Perfect this way. No other way. (:

Re-watching Nowhere Boy this evening, heavily reminded me of the fondest first date I've ever had. Almost ten months ago, I saw it through my (literal) eyes and wondered why your eyes glistened with intrigue at anything The Beatles, but today I saw it through yours and a whole new universe unravelled before me. Much has changed, very much for the better. The world turned a three-sixty when I began loving you, but my heart has not an utter of complaint.

Life becomes worthwhile when you've found your soulmate, and I have you. You are God's way of assuring me that I will never have to look at life as death again.

You should've known when I was thinner than your sight. You should've known the way I was holding that kitchen knife, and the way I was fallen to the ground. You found out when you heard that ugly sound, that ugly sound. Have I loved enough? Have I loved too much? Am I about as heart for hire, no pitting polish scrub.

Maybe Justin Vernon from Bon Iver lives and breathes the way I do.