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08/10/25, 11:02 PM⠀-⠀Hi. I decided to remake this for you since I didn't like what it was before. I hope you like it, and I hope these little notes make you happy. I really do. If you get embarrassed, sorry, but I'm writing either way.
⠀Sixteen months strong. We don't have as much of a need to celebrate the months anymore since we've made it past our first official milestone, but I don't really care. Every time we talk is worth a small celebration to me. Every time you make me laugh, or I tell you I love you, because I know it's true. That we are true. And to know that you are enough for me, that this is enough, and that if it was for you, I'd do anything to survive. Sometimes I can't help but feel I'm exaggerating because this is my first time really feeling like this, but I don't think I am. When I feel and I know that every doubt is for naught and you love me and I love you, I know I'm not exaggerating. I am young, I am naive, I am childish. Definitely so. But my mind truly believes in us and loves you, so everything is enough. And I hope you laugh with me or say a joke that I find funny or rant to me about the ORV movie and know that I am listening, that I hear you, and that this is you and I love you for this. To your raw core, I love you. I do. No matter how sweltering you think your core is, I will not melt. I will love it as much as the rest of you. You do not see the way I grin or laugh or cry with joy when I say I do. If you did, I think you'd believe me too. And I hope you do believe it when I say I love you. I hope you sit on your bed and just feel, and I hope some of that feeling is my love for you. I hope you can feel how almost tangible it is, how pure it is. I hope you feel it not only when I'm there but also when I'm not and I hope you know that my love doesn't stop when you're away. And that love, that specific love, stretches to no one else. I will only ever seek beauty in you. That is all I need, and you are all I need. I only need your love and your joy and your heart. If I am yours, I am content. And sometimes I wish words that don't exist could exist, ones that could help me put how I feel into words. It's unable to be said, only felt. I believe it is too much for one word, one sentence, one paragraph or even one lifetime with you to handle. It'll never be shown in its true light. It's more than mere love, mere adoration, mere devotion. And every day it burns brighter than before. And it is a light that will never flicker away. All the people I've been or will be, they all love you. No matter if I become a monster or a husk, no extreme will take away how I feel for you. I will always tell you that I love you and mean it. And I will always know that our love is true, that we are true, and that it is enough. And maybe that is hard to understand, but like you said, that's the best part. It's beautifully complicated. Love is so pretty because it's a complete mystery, isn't that right? And I just want to tell you thank you for waiting for me, even though I already have. I just want to tell you again. Thank you. I wasn't gone for an excruciatingly long time, but it felt like that, to me. And if it did for you, I thank you even more. You believed I'd come back, and that is more than I could ask for. That is love, and this is love, I know it is. I can't explain it but it's love, and I feel it so extremely for you, and I hope you feel that love, too, because it feels good. And I love you, and I hope you know that's true and that it's enough for me.