I’ve lost you so many times. I’ve lost you to darkness, to weakness, and finally, to death. But now I realize, I realize that I have not spent my life losing you. I’ve spent my life f i n d i n g y o u.
When we met, I wasn’t just unloved, and unloving, I was an enemy of love. Love had only brought me pain. My walls were up, but you broke them down. You brought me h o m e. You brought light to my life and chased away all the darkness. And I vow to you, I will never forget the distance between what I was and what I am. I owe more to you than I can ever say. How you can see the man behind the monster, I will never know.
That monster’s gone. The man beneath him may be flawed, but we all are. And I love you for it. Sometimes the best book has the dustiest jacket. And sometimes the best teacup is c h i p p e d.