Dear D,
I want to thank you.
For picking up my little bits and pieces.
For gluing them back together.
For mending my heart back to one, full piece.
For not leaving me.
A little bit of me is empty on the inside, but with your presence I think it can be cured. For the most part, at least.
Thank you, D. Thank you.
Love comes hard from someone who doesn't open up too easily, but you earned it much faster than anyone else ever did.
I cause trouble, make you think hard, and am high maintenance, but– you're the million dollar champ in my eyes forever and ever.
You are my iris.
I am the luckiest person in the world.
The luckiest.
Sincerely yours..
