I am not someone who holds back. All the things you’re supposed to say on this day, I have said before. And my face is an open book, so even what I don’t say you can (and do) still read.
I’m sorry that all I have are more words–that I cannot give you things so that you know how true my words are. I hope maybe you know anyway.
You are my best friend. You are my favorite person to talk to. Your weird matches my weird. These are all things you know already.
You are more than I ever could’ve asked for. More than I ever thought I deserved. Your respect and love for me are almost overwhelming, because they are things I have never experienced before. You validate the things I already know of myself.
You are quick-witted. You’re hil-ar-ious. Your smile lights up my world. You’re thoughtful. You’re a terrible singer. And you always get the words wrong. You are nothing at all like what I expected love to be like.
I tell you this all the time, but I hope you know how true it is: you make me feel lucky.
You make me feel worthy.
You make me feel in ways I never thought I would.
I have never been happier.
Happy Valentine’s Day.