There are moments in my life that I remember like they were yesterday. Most of them are because something significant happened. Some good, some bad, but all relevant. I think of my life with you and wonder how in the hell we’ve come so far.
It feels like a few years ago we were barely hanging on. Of course you blame me, and you’re probably right—in a small marginal way. I’ve thought that maybe we’d be better to cut our losses at times, and you know you’ve wanted to kick my ass out. But then there’s a moment where we stop. I don’t know why. I don’t really care why either. I just don’t want those moments to stop.
Today you held something precious in your arms and it was that significant second. The minute everything in my life changed. It was clear that you’re everything for me. I used to tell you that you were “it” but you’re so much more than “it”. You’re everything. Everything that this world has. If you’re rolling your eyes by this point … don’t worry, I feel like a fucking pussy for writing this, but it’s true. And if I sound like a chick, I don’t care. I’ve spent too long being closed off, angry, wishing for something to make sense, then you fell into my lap.
Life. Fucking. Makes. Sense.
You make sense.
We make sense.
This life we have makes sense. So the next time we think this thing we’re doing doesn’t work, it doesn’t have to. Because it makes sense, and it’ll work out. I’ll fix it until it works again. Without you, I don’t make sense.
I love you.