I know this isn’t what I usually post. But I just… I need people to know how wonderful she was.
Granny came to every single dance recital and performance I had. She treated me like her own, even if I wasn’t blood related to her. She was the funniest, kindest, most amazing person in any room.
Granny never judged. She never made me feel bad for not wanting to play with the other kids. Instead, she just talked to me about “big kid things” and listened as I talked about whatever historical event I was interested in at the time.
Granny didn’t have any enemies. She was too kind for that. Her laugh was too contagious, too bright. Her smile was too wonderful, too freely given. Her hugs were too comforting, too full of love for anyone to hate her.
I never got to tell her that I’m not her granddaughter. I never got to tell her that I’m a boy. But I know she would have loved me just the same. Granny beat cancer 5 times. Judging someone for something like that wasn’t worth her time.
My grandmother was loyal and fierce. She fought for what she believed in, and never for a second let someone treat her less than she deserved. She taught me how to be a lady, and how to stand up for yourself like one too.
Granny used to say that life is not a dress rehearsal, and to live each day like it’s your last.
I love the way you smile, the way your eyes shine when you laugh. I love how your hair glows in the sunlight, and I love it when your hands hold mine. I love how you never fail to make me smile, and how you look at me like I hung the moon and stars. I hope you see how I look at you the same way.
I miss you when you’re gone. I want to hold you again and press kisses to your face, make you sputter and laugh. But the way you hold me when you come back home is something I’ll love until the day my last breath leaves me. God, I love you.
I think the angels made me with you in mind, shaped my hands so they’d fit perfectly in yours. Maybe they talked about our destinies, how they’d make our fates intertwine. Maybe they talked about the way they will paint the sky when you first told me you loved me. Do you think they sketched out where the stars would be the night we found each other?
Even when I am nothing but ash and dust, my love, I will still be yours. And you will still be mine. Our skeletons will hold hands beneath the soil, waiting for historians to find us and wonder what our stories were. But the thing they will know for certain is that at the center of our stories was each other.
I will move the universe for you. I will gather the stars in my hands and give them to you, and you will still be brighter than them. The sun, in all her glory, is nothing but a flashlight compared to you. Even when Andromeda crashes into our Milky Way, we will still sit beside each other, my arm around your hip, and your head resting on my shoulder.
So, Steve said yes (I will deny all accusations of crying and/or squealing so don't listen to steve). And you and your Steve are invited to the wedding if you want to come.
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AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! THIS IS SUCH GOOD NEWS WE’L BE THERE!!!
my perfect koala boyfriend, I love and adore him 🥰🥰🥰
no thoughts head empty just big steve rogers curling himself into bucky when they’e cuddling like he’s still tiny, and bucky just kissing his hair and accepting that he has a 6′2 koala for a boyfriend