Can’t Help Falling In Love With You – Haley Reinhart
No matter how many times we went through the inevitable shallow pit of relationship accidents.
Didn’t really matter how many times we fought over matters small or big; he always came back. He always, always measured his distance to me.
I couldn't thank enough, we found each other. After all, we were two wounded soldiers, fighting different wars, then.
We laughed like happy kids and many a time hugged, sobbed; rubbed each other’s tears too.
We watched the sunset together more often like a ritual. We roleplayed and made hilarious videos for the future.
We traveled hand in hand, foot-to-foot, clicked photographs; we made cheap but lavish memories together.
We cuddled as we slept like puppies do.
A little over the edge, we read to each other — these mind-tickling poems and would feel beautiful about the present.
We wrote each other letters as if chats, messages and the internet never really existed.
Oh! we karaoke-ed our favorite songs late at night and our neighbors would generously understand.
And like my mom and dad, we too cooked our breakfast, lunch, brunch, and dinner together.
We’d dance with wines and candles like they do in the movies.
We lived, we existed for each other like tomorrow isn’t promised to us.
And besides my family, my love for what I do, he was that missing cherry on the top.
He is my rock, my rockstar.
I couldn't thank enough, we found each other. We were two wounded soldiers, fighting different wars.
Life couldn’t have been this much beautifully vulnerable, this much a delicate without him.
He’s by far the best thing that happened.
I like him.
I love him over my life, in my heartbeats.