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Dear Maddison,
In hindsight, there’s something thrilling about a first meet.
I didn’t know you. I didn’t know how much I’d come to care about you. I didn’t trust your kindness —hell, I hated it. I hated how easily you smiled at me. I hated how eager you were to make conversation, how doggedly you continued talking even as I gave the shortest answers I could.
I remember wondering: why me? As if your presence was the stuff of torture.
I couldn’t have been a good partner that night. My humor was dry. My words were far and few between. I know you’re laughing because everything I said is still accurate. I have not changed much in the time we’ve been together. (That may actually be my worst trait —that I have no desire to change any of these.)
If you’d told me that by the same time next year, I would willingly seek the sound of your voice. …I can’t say I would’ve believed you.
And now?
Now, I have you sitting across from me, words filling in the space between us. Evening’s sweetest breeze swirls together apple cider and pumpkin pie, tinting your standard vanilla scent with the warm notes of fall.
We have a year of memories behind us. Layers of understanding between us. A genuine future lies before us and I can’t say I’m not excited to see what comes next.
With Warmest Regards,
Rin.