Our Imperfect Story

I wish our story was as perfect as it was meant to be, where I was the one for you and you were meant for me, we’re too young kids were destined, but just never knew, where you were just a family friend, but I looked up to you, when life crashed down, and the blasted fragments left us with scars that we both tried to hide from the world because no one would understand,

but we just didn’t know yet that I was meant to be forever Your girl and you were meant to be forever my good man,

fighting to love each other from our two wounded souls, not just soulmates - but mates with one soul,

I wish your imperfections and your past didn’t cause me more pain. I wish my imperfections didn’t start the same cycles over again, because our love was like a gift handed to us from beyond,

a love we were meant to have one that can’t be torn away because it was built so strong

Do you love me?

Yes.

Promise?

I do.

Will I be enough for you and you enough for me?

Baby you’re all I want and we are all we will ever need. This has to be God‘s master plan,

because I’m forever your girl and you’re forever my good man,

I wish I could stand on these words and they’d hold up the truth,

I wish someone had told me my special person was always there - just that little handsome boy from my youth,

I wish our story was beautiful, perfect and pretty with bows,

that none of the heartache existed - the hidden parts that no one knows,

but only the story of the unlikely duo who found each other in the dark,

two hearts, barely beating, but still managed to ignite that magical spark,

the one where you poured into me, and I poured into you,

were we provided the kind of shelter for one another as only people who love each other do,

the one where we built a life and created our perfect home,

our safe space where we each knew we would no longer ever have to be alone,

the story where I was always and forever your girl, and you were forever and always my good man,

The one when Water’s got rough, we would simply take each other’s hand,

the story where you couldn’t get enough of me, and I couldn’t get enough of you,

the kind of love that exists only in fairytales and songs that love they call true,

We can have it if we want it, it might be messy and unplanned,

but real life isn’t perfect, and neither are the words on which we stand,

Do you love me?

Yes.

Promise?

I do.

Will I be enough for you and you enough for me?

Baby you’re all I want and we are all we will ever need. This has to be God‘s master plan,

because I’m forever your girl and you’re forever my good man,

so let’s continue our imperfectly perfect story my love, the story where I’m forever your girl and you’re forever my good man