I once told her, that I have nothing figured out and nowhere to go.
I once told her, that the world has turned it’s back on me and I don’t care.
I once told her, should I die, bury me with nothing but my name on my gravestone, as my life doesn’t matter as much as who I am.
I once told her, I don’t need anyone and I never will.
Now, down on one knee, I’m telling her that I don’t need to have anything figured out; I’ll go where she goes.
I’m telling her that even if the whole world is gone, all I will ever need is her, and it would kill me to lose her.
I’m telling her now, if I died, on my gravestone I want our names, because she has completed me, and she is my life.
I’m telling her, right now, that I need her more than I need air, and it would be a privilege if I could have her hand in marriage, and her hand for life.