I love you. That’s the long and short of it. I want you to know that I am not in the same place as I was on Christmas. I am less delicate. I’m more Texas.

And so are you.

But I love you as much as I did then. In fact, I love you more. I feel secure in our love for one another in a way that I didn’t before we broke up. Before I let go of some unnecessary ropes.

Now, the view is beautiful from up here, but getting here has been a bit terrifying at times—like climbing Angels Landing.

I know you. I know you understand. Thank you for being with me, Craig Baby.