wakeupchildren

If I were dead and buried and heard your voice beneath the sod my heart of dust would still rejoice

—Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday

I wrote this for you….

Mi amor. 私の愛. Mijn liefde. Meine liebe. My love. 我的爱. Η αγάπη μου. Mo ghrá. Min kärlek. Il mio amore. yangu upendo. tình yêu của tôi. ჩემი სიყვარული. mon amour

You have taken what makes me, from the very core of my being to the outer rims of my existence and turned me into a lucky fool. A lucky fool? Only because of you do those two words from completely opposite worlds collide together and make sense. Knowing that your love is mine, and that it is willingly given to me by your delicate hands, is enough to calm this storm of fears that eagerly brew inside of me. You mean so much more than this simple Tumblr post could ever hope to express, and I thank you for your love.