I believe in you babe.
I believe in pouring myself out for you, for us.
I believe you’re worth my time, as much of it as you want.
I believe you’re proof that God loves me, even when I let Him down.
I believe in second chances, third ones and several more. We’re not perfect.
I believe your flaws are a part of your humanity, and I accept them along with the better parts of you.
I believe in late-night conversations and early-morning texts.
I believe in kisses, deep kisses, in public and private places. Your lips are comforting.
I believe in hugs that go on for ages.
I believe you can be anything you want to be, and I’ll support you in all the ways I can.
I believe in telling you you’re wrong when you are, but only when we’re alone together and gently, with love.
I believe in your freedom to get upset at me. Just don’t take too long to forgive me, please.
I believe in letting go after an apology. It’s hard, I know, but I’ll try. Will you?
I believe in letting my guard down, letting you in and staying soft.
I believe in your rights as a woman, and I will fight for them as peacefully as I can.
I believe we’re equals, even though I’m sure you’re better than me most of the time.
I believe in trusting your judgement and not second-guessing the things you say.
I believe in leaving work early to spoil each other.
I believe in tiny surprises and small gifts. They’re signs that we think about each other deliberately.
I believe in our own version of ‘happily ever after’.
I believe in us, before labels like marriage and all the clichés of ‘having someone’.
I promise, I believe in you.
