Thursday, February 14, 2013

You

"You are the sun and moon and stars, are you
And I could never run away from you

You try at working out chaotic things
And why should I believe myself, not you?"


(Radiohead - You)
This is a slightly altered version of the letter I hand penned and left for David this morning.  I intentionally got up early and went out so he'd see it waiting for him when he woke up.


Dear David:

How do you put into words the feelings you have for someone who saved your life?

I do not exaggerate.  Without you, there is no me.  Without your love and kindness and support, then I am just another speck of dust blown about by the careless gusts of the harsh word.

How did it even happen?  Whatever possessed me to walk over to you at that party?  You certainly didn't seem like the type who was interested in damaged goods.  And whatever possessed you to give me your number?  And me the courage to text you?

And how on earth did this good looking, smart, funny and kind guy ever become such good friends with a messed-up rebel with a history?  And how come all my stories and secrets shared and tears didn't repulse you and make you push me away?

Honestly I have long ago stopped asking these questions. Because the truth is, I don't care why.  I'm just happy you did.  Thanks to your love, the messed-up, damaged good rebel is gone.  And there's me instead. 

Me and you. 

Us.

And now I don't have to wait to see you sometimes.  Or to hope you text me back.  Or whittle away the hours worrying that my absolute and extreme love for you wasn't reciprocal (bad times). 

Now we are together every day.  And I've never been happier.

Your family.  Your friends.  They have all been so accepting of me.  And they have made me grow and I'm a better person for knowing them.  And it's all because of you.

Being married has been an adjustment.  You seem to be handling it like you handle everything.  With ease.  But I love each and every minute of my life with you (even when you leave your towel on the floor in the bathroom or dirty dishes in the sink  :)  ).  I cannot imagine being any happier than I am now.

I even love all of our "together alone" time at MSG - for Knicks and Rangers games.  I mean, what girl wouldn't dream of spending so many weeknights surrounded by 18,000 people screaming for giant guys in shorts or skates when she could be home in bed watching the Bachelor or some other piece of art?

It's all good.  So good.  Great.  So much better than I could have ever have hoped for.  Or even dreamed about.  You are my dream.

And it has come true.

I love you.

C.

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  2. Radiohead. Bleagh. (hah! I strike back at your music! Justice is served!)

    Letter. Tear-jerker-y beautiful, and then funny. Just like you. :)

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