I want you to know that, although things are difficult—like, really, really difficult—I think you and I are doing well. I can’t speak for you, but from where I stand, we manage to talk about really hard things at despairingly great lengths and eventually come out the other side. We’ve got some grit, baby.

So there’s that. And it’s also the case that I remain completely and utterly in love with you. I told you already that I really feel like you understand me when I come to you and explain myself. I want to emphasize how much I appreciate that about you.

I hope that someday you feel like I understand you the way I feel you understand me because it feels so very nice. But I think you need to feel like you understand yourself before you feel like anyone else understands you.

Good god. I fucking love you. I see your face and I just melt. I am glad you were able to get some jelly on your sweet nose. I only wish I could have been there to perform the gentle cleansing of the jelly. And wash your feet. And kiss you deeply.