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Dear Keith,
since you went and sprung the most amazing gift ever onto me and I can’t really help but feel I should write you a response. You sure deserve one. More than one!
I’m not good with words––not at all, this is my fifth attempt--but for you, I’m willing to try.
I’m still not over what you’ve written and how you made me cry and I want you to know that I feel the same. I truly do. You make me happier than I’ve ever been before and showed me that home can be anywhere as long as I got you by my side.
I can’t even remember all of the long nights of despair that you’ve ended, how many times you stood strong when I was ready to give up on myself, how many times you were my backbone when my own was too weak to carry my weight.
But if our three weeks of marriage(!!!) have taught me anything, then it’s that it’s the little things that bring you joy the most. The post-it notes you still scatter around our apartment and your small smile whenever I managed to find one. The fact that you complain whenever I find and sort the tidbits of your writings––prose, metaphors, characterisation, plot and worldbuilding––that you leave lying around everywhere. We both know that you are secretly grateful. Although, I don’t get to say anything since you do the same for my laundry.
It’s the fact that you cancelled your plans to stay in with me when Hunk managed to get me sick, the fact that your face is the last thing I see when I go to bed and the first thing that greets me in the morning. That I have the honour of seeing your vulnerable spots, your Achilles’ heel and other weak points. That I have enough of your trust that you will face me palms out and chest open. And that you let me do the same.
Sometimes it feels like whenever I have a thought, it goes through your mind first before it reaches mine. That somehow, despite the improbability, despite the fact that fate should be working against us, we, two halves of a soul, have found each other. You’re half my soul, my stability, my heart. When the world tilts on its axis and stops making sense, I can trust you to make it bearable, to make me see beauty in times of despair.
It feels unreal to have this. That out of everyone in the world, I get to be this lucky and that we get to have each other. We managed to find happiness and held onto to it, too.
Somehow in this twisted world where so many things go wrong, so many things that built for eternity crumble, we are built to last. We are one. It’s us against the rest.
You can’t imagine what it feels like to be loved by you, to have this most precious gift and know that it’s yours to keep.
My heart belongs to you,
Lance