14 years ago, you took me out to eat at Waffle House. You got the ham and cheese omelet, cheese grits, sausage, bacon, and we shared some hashbrowns (because — typical me — I didn’t order my own lol). I got waffles, fried eggs, and toast… and over breakfast for dinner, I fell in love with the thought of “us.”
Today makes it official:
we’ve been together for half of my life.
You’ve been broken with me, and built with me. You’ve been down with me, and up with me. You’ve held me, cried with me, comforted me, carried me, and made me feel secure. I’ve always trusted my life in your hands. You’ve loved me when I wasn’t worth loving and kissed away all the bad. You’ve understood me when I didn’t understand myself… and given me a reason to live when breathing seemed far too difficult.
Of all the words I’ve written, spoken, thought, whispered, and held back… the ones that will always ring true are, “I love you,” and, “I do.” You have given me more than you’ll ever know… especially when you thought you had nothing to give. This letter may not be the longest, but it’s my prayer than you feel the strength in each character I type.
Loving you is overwhelming most days. My heart gets so full, it hurts, and all I can do is smile and shed tears of pure emotion — raw and uncompromising passion, soft and subtle unity, complete and unconditional love.
Happy 14th “Together” Anniversary, Barry.
I look forward to a million more.
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