Eleven months. I can’t believe it’s been almost a year. Where has all the time gone? I know we’ve had to spend most of it apart, but I’d rather spend time apart with you than time in person with anyone else. How can it be that it seems like only yesterday it was two months, and yet it also feels as though I’ve known you so much longer than this? What is the magic that makes every moment with your true love feel both timeless and new?
I don’t know the words that will let me tell you how much you mean to me, but I want to spend a lifetime figuring it out and telling you everything I come up with along the way. I love you, sweetie.