Handsomest and sweetest in all the land.
How do I even start?
When we met, I didn’t think about all that this could become. I was just thinking I’m meeting someone and this could be fun. And I was right, we definitely have a lot of that.
I guess I’m blown away at myself, and us, for how much you mean to me.
I learned years ago about you. It’s all so endearing to observe you as this being that you are:
You have so much love to give. I always wonder how could someone be like you. Express life like you. Emotionally open and generous in spirit. You give so freely to everyone: respect, trust, love, friendship. I feel so blessed in this life to know you and share life with a dear friend and booest.
Maybe you’re the most evolved of us all. Doing the simple, natural thing. And sharing with the world how you see fit. The quietest O luxuries.
I’ve always wished to at least for one moment see what it’s like to be you. To see through your eyes, and see beauty in most.
Eye of the beholder, I guess. So then it’s no mystery. You see the world and individuals as you are. So you can appreciate a whole other spectrum of things that a lot of us are probably totally oblivious to.
You were probably already like that in the womb. It’s so beautiful to observe and learn in reality. This man and little boy I see within that I deeply appreciate.
You’re too good for this world, boo. You’re too good for all of us.
Maybe it’s the recent, deep thinking into my own mortality and everyone else’s, or maybe I’m making an excuse:
But lately I’ve agonized about how awful it would be to never get to express my love for everyone I care about before I die. It’s all I’ve been thinking about. How awful to never share the depths of how much I care about you and miss you, or all the many variety of sweetnesses and respect that I have the privilege to share.
And you know I hate using the word “pride,” but in this case, I’m allowing it…
I’ve always been so proud to be friends, romanticals, advisors, and best friends that live together. Proud of us, and our taste. And proud of whatever that beautious je ne sais quoi is about our association and shared experiences.
Outside of all the empirical wonderfulness of our relationship, adventures, and the tangibles, there’s so much more that you share of your life and soul that I will never be able to adequately put into words how grateful I am for your existence.
It’s frustrating knowing there’s nothing I could ever truly do to repay you for it all, all the intangibles, the times, the nuance of it all.
But I earnestly hope that when I gift you all the gratitude and appreciation, that you please accept it.
I wish that the care and love and generosity and good faith that you’ve showered the world with comes back to you in all the abundance you can stand. (you would STILL be owed, though)
You deserve every enjoyment, every love, every experience, every transcendence, every generosity, and every joy, to come back to you multiplied forever.
Even knowing that there will never be enough time, or words, or capabilities to express it in this lifetime, with my entire being: Thank you.
I wish I could go down the whole list of things I adore about you, but it would get exhaustive for you probably. You already know. I say, or physically make it known in many small, specific ways of ours. Your beauty inside and out.
Always wishing you health, joy, love, abundance and wealth of infinite kinds.
I love you so much, Booest. It feels like the toastiest hug to share it. ❤️🔥
