05-24-2025.
I think this is quite possible the single WORST time for me to be writing this letter I'm seriously so tired. Especially since I'm not good with words. Double especially since I'm not a romantic type. But you deserve nice things, so I'm doing my best for you, okay?
It's now!! Been!! A year since we've started dating. It certainly doesn't feel that long. It's been a year. A whole year! Happy anniversary.
What do I want to tell you on this day? Not much different from a typical day, really. I love you. I've loved you, I love you now, and I'll continue to love you. In that regard, it's just like any other day, you know?
I don't know if there's anything you'd like to hear from me. If there is, you can ask.
I hope you know how important you are to me. I mean, if you were to be a pessimist about it, I don't need you. If you were gone, for some reason, I could probably find something else. But I want you here. Rather than anyone else, I want you. Rather than sticking by you out of need, I'm with you because I want to. I mean, I think that's much more romantic than "needing" someone.
I also hope you know that I'm never upset at you for long when I am. I'll never come back hating you either. No matter what happens, I'll always love you. Being so deadass whenever I'm upset it's 98% me being awful at regulating my emotions and bottling things up. I'm no good at communicating, you know this by now...
I want to thank you for being so patient with me. I also want to thank you for being so kind to me. Thank you for continuing to love me despite every flaw of mine. Thank you for staying despite everything.
Sometimes I find myself wondering when you'll find you can't accept me after all. My personality is hideous and my good qualities are scarce. Yet again and again, even after I've been so ugly towards you, you continue being good to me. That hurts. It doesn't make any sense.
There's still no conclusion to it. I don't know when or if I'll stop feeling this way. I don't even know if I look forward to such a day if such a deeply ingrained part of me will change. But I think, maybe, just a bit, I'd be willing to change at least a little if it's because of you.