A Love Letter
I am still shocked to have found you and to have you in my life. I never really expected it, nor thought I deserved it. Your presence in my life is a gift that sustains me; an ongoing delight that I will always cherish.
I'll never forget the first time we met. Out of nowhere you appeared. And from the first time I noticed you I was in love. It was not one thing, not your equal love of wine, not your equal level of curiosity, not your quiet willingness to engage with me in intellectual pursuits, not even the delight you delivered to me by focusing your attention on me. My immediate love for you derived from the intimate connection that passed between us that allowed us both to immediately say honest things to each other.
You've been the integral element in my life now for more than four years. Not a day passes that I don't get up in the morning and think of you, then think of your warm embrace as I close my eyes at night. I think of you all the time. I constantly fear I can't give you the kind of delights you shower upon me, nor bestow on you the same attention and affection that you seem so easily to give me.
Even for the short times we've found ourselves apart over the past years those separations have been as though a piece of me, a vital piece, has been subtracted and I've been made less than whole. And yet, when I return, no matter my condition or disposition, there you are, waiting with another embrace, as though I never left.
And so my love for you grows. Your presence in my life expands. That part of me that is yours encompasses more of who I am. And this agrees with me in ways I fear I cannot fully express.
My great hope is that our lives will continue to co-mingle in even more important ways, that we will continue to share our mutual love of wine, truth, enlightenment, challenge and each other.
Happy Valentines Day.