As I wait for Tucker to pick me up for our final Disneyland date, for the next two years, I want to take the time to make a post. Disneyland has always been our place. It was the first place I ever got a hint that he was interested in me, in the form of a kiss on the cheek on Space Mountain. Our first real kiss was on Indiana Jones. It is the place where we’ve escaped to when one of us is feeling down. It is the place we’ve ran to in order to get out of class. It’s been the venue for a good majority of our dates. Essentially, it’s our home. There is nobody I would rather share my Disney trips with. I know today will be bittersweet. But I also know that in two years, we will come back home and experience the magic together again.
Darling, if you read this, I love you so much.
You are the Mickey to my Minnie. The Peter to my Tink. The Eugene to my Rapunzel. But, first and foremost, my love.
(Source: captaincatwoman, via greenhattress)