An Open Letter To My Lover: Volume VI

Dear Love of my Life,

You know how we play that game where I ask you to tell me something about yourself I don't know? We ran out of things a long time ago. But here's one I just remembered. The longest romantic relationship of my life is with this series of letters. With my Lover. Six years, wow. They were an idea for most of that time. Even when they could've taken a physical form, a name, an identity, they were merely a belief in my head. I was scared that the instant I let a human being become Lover, they'd let me down. The illusion would break and I'd lose my relationship.

I'm not afraid anymore. You, my sweet, amazing partner, you are my Lover. Your handsome, kind face is the one I picture while writing about love. I don't care that you'll never read these, because there's nothing that I can only write and not say to you. I could go on with no end about what you do to me, what you've done for me. But I'll just say this - you changed everything. You fixed me. Yes, I am a strong, independent individual. But you helped me to a point where I could admit that I needed fixing. I could accept help, for once in my life, because you never offered it - you were simply yourself. I don't need to learn love from a TV show anymore, I'm not looking for a sitcom-story. I want to live in reality, with you.

I see you more clearly than everything else. The background just, you know, fades in your presence. I love loving you, and I love fighting with you. And I could do it over and over for the rest of our lives. I just can't wait for it to begin - our life, together.