...to being my everything
She turns blank canvases into entire worlds. Every brushstroke is a little piece of her soul.
Her voice could make the stars lean in closer. When she sings, the whole room stops breathing.
Ideas pour out of her like paint from a tube. She sees magic in the mundane.
Pure vibes. Unapologetically herself. The kind of energy that makes everything brighter.
In a universe of infinite possibilities,
across every timeline and dimension,
through all the noise and chaos—
she chose me.
And I chose her.
And that, dear world,
is the only fact that matters.
↓ let it be known to the entire internet ↓
taken. smitten. absolutely not kidding.