You Are Both the Long Night and the Lights

Some people think love is sex, marriage, a kiss at six in the morning, a bunch of kids. Maybe they're right... But do you know what I think? I think love is a hand that reaches out, then pulls back. Every time I say I miss you, I've already held back countless times. Every confession I make is one hundred times a thousand percent sincere. This sincerity isn't just an ordinary sentence or a line from a script. It is a solemn promise, made after careful thought, that I've decided to spend my life with you, with you as the only one.