“Do you understand what it means when I say I love you?
I see beauty in your darkest darkness.
I have searched through thousands of words to describe your smile and have still not had any luck.
What makes you beautiful is that you not only showed me your heaven but let me witness your hell.
Being so human is what made me fall in love with you.
Your transparency is past admirable.
Your flaws make you so damn beautiful.
That “I haven’t seen you in years but still my stomach drops” kinda love.
That “anyone else that isn’t you will be settling” kinda love.
That “I imagine my future kid’s eye color and curl pattern and I’m not even pregnant” kinda love.
I can’t fathom that I’ve hurt you.
I can’t fathom that I ever got comfortable enough to forget to remind you that you’re my sun and moon and every star.
I’m sorry.
But I thank you.
You’ve made me grow up and I’ve always been afraid of accepting that I can no longer live or behave like a child.
Thank you, love.
For your assistance in my transformation.”
