We've been together for nearly six months; you let me stay with you for the past month and a half purely out of necessity. We've gone through some tough times, as any people experience when living together, but resolved these (only my own?) issues and have grown immensely more close than we would have been if we hadn't cohabited after only a few months together.
JPA, after officially dating you since the middle of January, and having been 'together' since the 5th of December, 2012, I'm ready to spend the rest of my life with you. We've already told each other so-much. Such a natural love doesn't happen often. Every night I hold you in my arms is another I treasure. Stupid little shit like cooking dinner together, showering together, and laughing at fucking Duck Dynasty on TV makes me love you even more. I can't even sleep without you in my bed. I know you feel the same way. Sex is out of this world with you.
I can't believe I find myself saying this, even when I'm slightly buzzed, but I think I'd like to marry you, sooner rather than later. We've lived together and haven't killed each-other-- in fact, I'm more drawn to you than ever. I want to adventure with you. I want to explore the bounds of the physical and existential world with you. I know you're in-- I just have to grow the balls to ask you.