Hey. I know you weren’t expecting this. You’re probably laying next to me in bed right now, either on your phone later than you should be or on your phone the morning of Valentine’s Day. And that’s just how it should be. Having you next to me is one of the best feelings in the world and I wish I could wake up every morning next to you.
I’m currently writing this on Tuesday night, the night before you get here. It’s hard to know what to say to you when I have so many thoughts going on in my mind. I want to say everything. I want to tell you that you’ve changed my life for the better, I want to tell you that you look cute right now (just assuming, you always do), I want to tell you how excited I am to spend the summer with you, I want to tell you that I can’t wait to see where the future takes us, but first and foremost, I want to tell you how truly happy I am that I get to finally experience my first actual (since I’ve never been dating someone on this day before) Valentine’s Day. With you. I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect V-Day than this. Knowing that I only get to see you once a month or so kills me but to get to spend this time with you and make everything of the few days we have together each month makes me happy enough to last through the next month.
I never would have guessed that I’d be dating a guy from Oklahoma. Or that in a span of just a little over 4 months, my life would have changed so drastically. You gave me the strength to come out to my parents, you’ve been by my side through all of it, always there to listen to my rants. I can’t thank you enough for that.
Please know that you mean the world to me. We’ve been through hell and back already and we’re doing pretty damn well, I’d say. The list of places I want to go and things I want to experience with you grows every day. Thank you for being my partner in crime, the Poot to my Becky, and the only one I want to call my Valentine.