Dear Sweeetzy, I know you’re having a time. Sometimes I have times too. Sometimes we have times together.

It’s been almost a year since our time in The Farmhouse. I remember that before we even went on that weekend trip, I told you it was going to be hard. I also told you that I didn’t mind so much that it was hard, so long as I was with you.

This is still true. Sure, all other things being equal, I’d rather things not be so hard. But I’d rather be with you doing hard shit than to live without you on easy street.

I loved your big kisses last night. I need more of them asap. You are my one and only. My light, my joy, my all. Everything else is merely incidental.

I love you.