I want to try and tell you what you mean to me. I don’t really know you, but at the same time, I do. It’s like I’ve met you before. I feel like I could tell you anything and you will understand me. I know you don’t believe in this, but you strike me as someone who has lived many lives. You are a person who stands by your choices, which I respect. You ask me questions about what I think and you check in with me about how I am. I’ve never encountered that before, which is ridiculous to say, but true. You demonstrate a huge amount of responsibility which is incredibly sexy. Your mind works the same way as mine. You can read me so well. When I see you I can help but smile. Even if I’ve had the shittiest day. You make me laugh. You make me not take myself so seriously. You make me want to show up to work. I feel so safe with you. It doesn’t even occur to me not to trust you. I want you. I want to take the rest of my life getting to know you. Solving the puzzle that is your brain and your soul. I want the baggage. I want to shit. I want the sadness. I want all of you, all the good and bad pieces. That’s what I think love is supposed to be. I am in love with you. I love you. Even if you don’t feel that way about me, I want to thank you for being you and for letting me get to know a little part of you this year. You taught me that I can trust again. I pray that you find someone that can be an equal partner in your life who you love just as much as they love you. 

J, Thank you for everything. ❤️,M