My arota belongs to you

Wayne and I had made eyes at each other from the first time we met. We stole bottles of jagermiest and sat giggling about euphemisms and john Lennon.
The next time we met I had to come up to see a friend and on the night before i returned home I confessed he was cute without looking at home and running away quickly.
The third time we got together my knees knocked and palms sweated. I know now that he was even more shy then I was but he still took me by the hand and talked to me about my favorite movies and songs and which place i would like to travel to.

The first time he told me he loved me I thought I would burst with happiness.

Every time I'm sad Wayne rubs my neck and listens while I sob about my day. He loves all the silly little drawings of animals i give him.

I can only hope that we stay like this forever.

Thank you Wayne for being the best in the world and giving me the best day yesterday.