This thing we have, it’s never been easy.
I have lost you so many times. I have lost you to darkness, to weakness, and finally to death. But now I realize, I realize that I have not spent my life loosing you. I’ve spent my life finding you.
When we met, I wasn’t just unloved and unloving. I was an enemy of love. Love had only brought me pain. My walls were up, but you brought them down. You brought me home. You brought light into my life and chased away all the darkness. And I vow to you. I will never forget the distance between what I was and what I am. I owe more to you than I can ever say. How you can see the man behind the monster, I will never know.
But that monster is gone, the man beneath him maybe flawed. But we all are. And I love you for it. Sometimes the best book has the dustiest jacket.
And sometimes the best teacup is chipped.