Dear (REDACTED),
I'm writing this out now with the intention of one day sending you the below confession of my love for you, as if I hadn't been transparent about that already.
I want to do the boring stuff with you. The every day slog. The 9 to 5. The coming home tired with no energy.
And I want to do the exciting stuff. The staying up late watching a series we can't get enough of. The making sure dinner is ready for you when you get home and feel you could collapse. The cheering on a baseball match for a team I've never heard of.
And I wanna do the small stuff with you. The picking which meal to eat every night. The going to the book store just to carry your book bag. The picking you up from a girls night out to make sure you get home safely. The bringing you flowers on a sporadic Tuesday evening just because you deserve them.
And I wanna do the big stuff with you. The talking about baby names. The choosing what to wear to meet your parents and siblings for the first time. The first big trip, just you and I to some far away place we've always dreamed of seeing. The sitting on a porch when we're 90 years old, staring into your face and still wondering how I ever got so lucky. And telling you how beautiful you are every single day, in case you ever forget it for one second.
I hope you're well. I hope you think of me. I hope when you wish on an eyelash that you also wish of me.
Yours sincerely and with love,
(REDACTED)
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