We first met when my little brother was 15 and we had talked from 10 at night til 10 in the morning. I had just came out of a bad relationship and just being around him made me smile. That night I fell in love but my walls were still up. Over time my walls came down and I knew he was why. We dated for 3 years and that 3rd year he got down on one knee and proposed. I knew from the day I spent all those hours talking on the couch that he'd be the one I'd walk down the aisle in a wedding dress to. He's my reason for breathing, for getting out of bed in the morning, the other half of my heart. And now in two years we'll forever be one heart. The fact of the matter is we've been one heart from the beginning. He's my perfect match. Love isn't a fairytale in a storybook. Love has it's roses and roses have their thorns. It's when two people love each other enough to take and step back and come back in an hour and talk. It's saying I love you without thought. Love is even if it's a bad day you go to bed and lay next to the person you vowed your love and life to. And I can't wait to walk down the aisle and say I do.