Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don’t want to miss any of them.
Suddenly, I knew what I had to do. Love isn’t about ridiculous little words. Love is about grand gestures. Love is about airplanes pulling banners over stadiums, proposals on jumbo-trons, giant words in sky writing. Love is about going that extra mile even if it hurts, letting it all hang out there. Love is about finding courage inside of you that you didn’t even know was there.
Let’s each have three, and whoever is still alive at breakfast can take a vote on the rest.