Hey,

Sorry that I talk so much, and then other times don’t talk at all. It’s just that I’m exited to tell you everything about my life because you are my life. When I don’t talk, it’s not because I’m mad at you. Okay maybe I am but. Most times it’s just because I want to hear your voice. The honeysuckle rasp that meets my ear becomes the only music I need to listen to.

I’m sorry that I’m clingy. It’s just that I love you a bit too much and can’t beat the thought of you slipping out of my arms. I’m sorry that I say I love you too much and I’m sorry that I require payment for putting up with you.

But it could be worse because after all I just want payment in the form of cuddles and food. I’m sorry for my food cravings. I’m sorry that one minute I want BBQ chicken winks and the next I want a milkshake with extra whipped cream. Thanks for buying it all anyway. Thanks for putting up with my horrid decision making skills. Thanks for not running away when I send you essays at 4am making sure you know exactly what’s on my mind. Thanks for knowing that I need you to say something for it to be true. Thanks for holding me tight while I cry instead of telling me not to. Thanks for knowing that I hate when people say “it will be okay” so instead you just rock me back and forth and cradle me and all my emotions. Thanks for never asking if I’m on my period during a fight and thanks for helping me carry the weight that is thrown on my shoulders from day to day.

But most of all? Thanks for not giving up on me. I love you.

Sorry for long post. 🙃