There are just so many things I want to say to you all the time about my love for you.
Like how in some moments I’m entirely convinced that I don’t deserve it in any way, shape, or form, but I’m too selfish to say it out loud because I’d rather not jinx it and just keep enjoying the sacred little secret of the beauty of your love and care day after day after undeserved day, hoping no one with notice.
And how you are the most skilled friend, confidant, and comedian I have ever known. Sometimes that makes me jealous. How can someone be so selfless? So kind, so lighthearted, so confident, so sweet. You never skip a beat. But I do. My heart makes a habit of it every time I see you.
And the strength with which you utterly and completely obliterate all my inhibitions. My walls and guards, shields and restrains, never stood a chance agains the pulverizing power of your grace and mercy and care.
And in some overwhelming act of God
The greatest grace known to a naive little girl
To give it all