I find myself able to communicate with you far better than anyone else I’ve ever met, and I just feel at peace when I’m with you. You’re awkward in the same way I am but it just makes you that much more adorable, it’s such an endearing quality. You know the world I come from, and I know yours, and in that way we have a place to ourselves, our own little secret hideaway within each other’s hearts no matter where we go together and it just makes me love you more. You’re someone who gets me, and I sure as hell get you. I love how we can revel in that together. I know you’ve had a rough time of things, that you’re a survivor like I am, but I’m so glad we each understand that because it only makes things better, better because I can actually hold you tight and you can hold me, and it makes what we have that much more meaningful. I’m so happy that we are vulnerable with one another. You’re strong, and brave, and tough as nails, and it just makes you that much more attractive to me. You’re so thoughtful and conscious and there’s this tremendous inner world, swirling around inside of you. I find myself drawn in by it. In that way, you’re the type of person I could never stop exploring.
When I first met you, I was terribly injured, coming out of a pretty dark place. I was cynical, I was done, but then I met you and you showed me that another human being could believe I was beautiful too, that there was something of value within me, and that I could believe that about myself as well. You showed me that life could be made beautiful and full of joy again.
You are an angel, and I love you more than words can express, you small fiery adventurous woman. I can’t wait to see you again.