every. single. day.
Dear J,
I can't quite explain how much I love you. You tell me you love me more than I love you and I put up an itty bitty fight then just agree with you. I don't know how to convince you but I can't imagine how you could possibly love me more than I love you.
I try thanking you for all that you do for me but even that doesn't come out right. I'm very grateful that you got my car cleaned (she's so beautiful!). I've never had such a clean car and that was so thoughtful and kind. It blows my mind on a daily basis how sweet you are. But it's so much more than getting my car cleaned. It's the way you hold my hand at night and the smile on your face and your stubborn refusal to kiss me till Thursday because you don't want me to get sick. It's the way you cook and take into account my weight watchers nonsense, and the way you patiently listen while I ramble on and on about points and pounds. You hugged me yesterday when work sent me crashing down to sadness and even though work still sucked ass, you were there and everything was ok. It's even little things like emptying the dishwasher when the dishes are clean because then I don't have to do it, which is just so sweet. Or cleaning up before my parents come into town!
You got me the sweetest cards for Valentines Day and my birthday. I didn't even know how to respond but the idea of you reading the cards at the store, thinking that they expressed what you wanted to say....they meant a lot to me. And you passed on a trip to Sacramento! You make me feel lucky every day.
Today, I have no idea how to express this to you, how to tell you how big my love for you is, or why I love you more than I ever thought possible. But I want to spend the rest of my life trying to show you how much I love you, every. single. day.
S
I can't quite explain how much I love you. You tell me you love me more than I love you and I put up an itty bitty fight then just agree with you. I don't know how to convince you but I can't imagine how you could possibly love me more than I love you.
I try thanking you for all that you do for me but even that doesn't come out right. I'm very grateful that you got my car cleaned (she's so beautiful!). I've never had such a clean car and that was so thoughtful and kind. It blows my mind on a daily basis how sweet you are. But it's so much more than getting my car cleaned. It's the way you hold my hand at night and the smile on your face and your stubborn refusal to kiss me till Thursday because you don't want me to get sick. It's the way you cook and take into account my weight watchers nonsense, and the way you patiently listen while I ramble on and on about points and pounds. You hugged me yesterday when work sent me crashing down to sadness and even though work still sucked ass, you were there and everything was ok. It's even little things like emptying the dishwasher when the dishes are clean because then I don't have to do it, which is just so sweet. Or cleaning up before my parents come into town!
You got me the sweetest cards for Valentines Day and my birthday. I didn't even know how to respond but the idea of you reading the cards at the store, thinking that they expressed what you wanted to say....they meant a lot to me. And you passed on a trip to Sacramento! You make me feel lucky every day.
Today, I have no idea how to express this to you, how to tell you how big my love for you is, or why I love you more than I ever thought possible. But I want to spend the rest of my life trying to show you how much I love you, every. single. day.
S
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