Dear love of my life,
Writing to you is the most difficult and easiest thing to do, for the same reason; I have so much to say. While your love focuses my soul on the need for simplicity, it overwhelms me in the best way possible and makes me speechless. I’ll be thanking you for the rest of my life. I apologize in advance because I know it will never amount to how much thanks you truly deserve. I’ll just start here.
Thank you for putting your arm around me in crowded places. You don’t know it, but you’re actually comforting me and reminding me that of all the people surrounding us, I only need you. And of all the people surrounding us, you choose me. And as if the crowded room can’t already tell how much we love each other, this just confirms what they were thinking. (And lets them know I’m not your sister.)
Thank you for telling me it’s okay to cry, followed by one of those sweet kisses in the middle of my forehead. I just stand there drowning in your genuine your love and that just further makes me want to cry but it’s okay, because you say it’s okay. And so I cry, and you wrap those big, loving arms around me and squeeze and then you’ll probably tell a joke that I wouldn’t normally laugh at if I wasn’t crying. Your humor, even the cheesiest, is better than the culprit causing the tears. In fact, your bad jokes are better than most things that make me smile.
Thank you for taking the weight off of me, mentally and physically. You let me vent and you always give the best advice, relieving me from my bothers. You take the blame, you carry my troubles in your heart as if they were your own and when my heart breaks, yours does too. And then, you physically take the weight off of me. The most I ever have to carry is my purse, phone, and keys. If it’s bigger than small, you’re carrying it. If I look uncomfortable carrying it, you won’t allow it. Thank you for saving my back and my soul.
Thank you for letting me be your equal. I love that you don't always have to be right and you see no need to win, unless it's a friendly competition. Or maybe you're just used to me always being right! Just kidding. Sorta... As much as you wish to be understood, you work so hard to understand. Our opposing thoughts lead us into deep conversation, which in turn gives us a deep understanding of each other. We revisit these conversations even after time has passed and reflect on how much has changed since we last had the conversation. It's when we exchange our different thoughts that we grow our faith and narrow our life focus. You make a great teammate.
Thank you for waiting on me outside of every women’s restroom that I have ever used while we were in public together. You’ve missed football, basketball, baseball, and only God knows what else because you were patiently waiting on me, and the 20 women in front of me to use the restroom, so that we are able to walk back to our seats together. You’re like my bathroom buddy, only you don’t actually go in, hold my dress or help me reconfigure my hair. Your time will come.
Most of all, thank you for loving me in the moment. Whether the moment is big or small, life changing or trivial, happy or sad, pretty or ugly, a Monday morning or a Friday night: I have your love. I feel it everyday in the way that you care for me whether we are side-by-side or 300 miles apart; I carry you in my heart.
Love,
Your Admirer
