Just realized it’s the 20th. It’s been 15 months together and I can’t wait to spend another 15 years with you. It feels so short, such a small amount of time for what I feel for you.
I know I’m not the easiest person to be with, but I thank you for being so patient with me. Thank you for always being understanding and accepting, so selfless and considerate. I love you so much. Sosososo much. And sometimes I still can’t believe that you’re in love with me, too.