I hope that you are courageous enough to let yourself heal, because you deserve it.
I would have looked forward to our every ‘first’ together without ever worrying when our ‘last’ would dawn.
You don’t think about it as much as you live it – overthinking a relationship is what happens when you have to dig for proof that it’s not doomed.
You warrior with a purple heart.
You lover with a Grand Canyon of possibility.
There is so much space in you.
That’s a good thing.
They are your maybe people, your someday people, your ‘what-if-in-a-different-world’ people, who offer the possibility you’re lacking in this one.
They would do anything for love. Even kill.
Being single on Valentine’s Day is not something to be ashamed or embarrassed about. In fact, I think it calls for a celebration.
I won’t claim to love you through everything and never second guess where we’re going. And I won’t ask perfection from you. I don’t want your promises either. I just want your “I tried” and “I’m doing my best.” We can figure out the rest.
Love conquers all, except maybe the mounting resentment a clean freak harbors after months of living with a hygiene challenged individual.