You swiped left. I swiped right. Then you swiped right.
You made the first move. You had to. Those were the app rules.
I made the first compliment. Only it was on your last name. To be fair, I thought it was your first name.
The day was spent messaging. And sending pics. It lead to a date.
That date would become our spot. We will never stop sitting in it. Or taking pics together in it.
That weekend we took a walk. That walk lead to us opening up. It’s still the day I knew.
We haven’t been apart any weekend since. I hope that never changes.
From bluff dates to surprise parties, our summer was everything. It meant everything.
Summer ended. Our schedules changed. Our lives changed. I met your boys. You met my family.
New season begat new beginnings. You were one of very few to support me throughout anything. I really mean everything.
Never have I had that support. I don’t want to find out if there’s more out there. I already have it all.
Our talks. Our sharing. Our caring. Our love. That’s what it became.
That’s what you have become. Love. A true love.
I know your stories. You know my skeletons. We’ll forever be tied together.
There’s always room for improvement. And with you, all I ask is for the opportunity.
There have been disagreements. Never an escalated argument. Never a fight.
Never a moment where I doubted you. Or us. Never.
Over time, I’ve seen how strong you are. How wonderful you are. How much smarter than me you are.
I ask for your advice, and come to you, with any random thought. Because I value what you have to say.
I trust you. I believe you. I see you. I come to you. I want you.
Gifts and flowers. Clothes and jewelry. Cards and Dinners.
None of it compares to our nights. Or mornings. Or weeks. Or months.
Look at me. Hug me. Love me. I bet that made you laugh.
Only we know what boo boo means. Only we know what closed eyes mean.
This is my open letter to you. Because I love you.
Will you stay mine, Valentine?