To Kylie—my forever toast
My love, I thought I needed a ring to say this, but the truth is simpler:
I arrive as myself. The knee is not surrender—it’s punctuation, the exclamation
point at the end of a thousand quiet glances we already understand without words.
Let’s make a toast—to us. To fingers laced like destiny’s cursive, to those
long, smiling stares where silence does the speaking and time politely steps aside.
I promise a life beyond the usual scroll of days. I’ll pull you out of every
ordinary algorithm and into our wild little universe where even doing nothing
becomes the most interesting thing on earth—just you, me, and an imagination
that never clocks out.
We’ll build a memory chain block by block: dawns signed with kept promises,
nights notarized by laughter, and every afternoon sealed with that look that says,
“we already know.” No forks—only consensus of the heart.
The ring can wait; the vow cannot. I propose like it’s a new sport—again, again,
and again—because loving you resets its own record every morning.
Take my hand. Let’s write the rest of our story in bright ink and better days.
Your home is here—with me—now and always.
S + K
💍💍
🌹🌹
Satoshi & Kylie — forever, sealed by faith and the boldness of love.