I want to marry you before autumn ends, before the leaves crinkle up and fall from the trees entirely, before they ultimately disappear and the air becomes so cold that it stings our faces and turns our fingertips blue.

I am an uncertain person - uncertain of the way I form words into sentences for you, uncertain of my morning routines, uncertain of the thoughts that fill my head at one, two, and three in the morning. I am an unhappy person, a lonely person.

I have only ever been certain of one thing - and it is you.

So marry me today, tomorrow, or next week, but before autumn ends. Before winter comes. Before spring and summer come as well, to take us into the next ten years of our lives.

Life is too short to not be spending every second of my life loving you.