When we finally decide we're satisfied

I've realized when I speak or write, I write to a future love.
To the feeling I will have about whoever he happens to be.
I have so much emotion just saved up for him.
So much to give, so much to be taken.
It's like im practicing in my head for that ever-lasting, death won't stop this bond love.
Time and space won't utter a syllable when I'm with who I'm destined to be with.
If they don't write stories about us, I will anyway.
If I ever have children, our love will be their fairy tale.
I'm a dreamer, worrier, charmer.
Whatever happens in the future is destined.
Even if I'm alone, and meant to be, I'll never stop saving my love.
My next life will just have an eternal, everlasting love instead.
She will have the fairy tale if I do not.
If I can give the love that I have to anyone, in anyway
my life will have been worth it.
I'll be satisfied.