Precious,
There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don't know how.
It's 00:41 and you fell asleep holding my hand. It's small, but I think it speaks to the way we are right now. Close, growing closer, like vines intertwining as they grow.
If someone had asked me, this time last year, what do I think the future holds for me I would have never guessed it would hold this long-lashed boy that looks at me with eyes so full of love and care (I hope that's what I'm reading in your eyes!), who holds my hand everywhere and kisses me whenever he has the chance.
I know I've said this before, but what I admire most in you are your determination and patience. Especially when mine don't match. You're pretty great and I'm glad I took a chance on this last year.
Beyond any doubts we both might have about what we have in common or what keeps us together, beyond how we think the other should change to be *everything* we want, beyond us both being homebunnies, our love of food and our witty banter, I think the patience, the thought and the willingness to make this work that we both bring are the most important parts of what make us us, and what make us truly work.
A part of me lives through written words, because growing up, writing has been one important way of processing everything. I have written less and less during the past few years, and especially less since we've been together. Maybe I'm starting to live more and think about it less, and it may not look like a compliment to you, but I think it's this year's greatest achievement.
You sleep so peacefully next to me and that soothes my heart in a way that is difficult to describe.
