I am so glad you went to see Jordan. I can see how happy it made you.

I love you so much. I think of your face. I think of your eyes. I think of how you experience the world. I think of your heart. I want all the goodness for you.

Love me, Craig. Touch me, Craig. One kiss from you is as sweet as forty peaches. When we were sitting at the Mucky Duck and I kept leaning into you, touching your hand, turning to kiss your cheek, I just kept thinking about how real you were. I am so relieved that you are real. I love this love.

I love the man who wakes up needing me to hold him. I love the man who closes his eyes so he can feel me while he makes sweet love to me. Your sweet love. Your furrowed brow as you push yourself into me. My pink cheeks. Our shallow breathing. This is hallelujah.

You are beyond anything I could ever have dreamed of and I am so grateful. I promise to take care of you, Craig. If I had my way, it would be impossible for pain to reach you without first contending with me. There is nothing in the world more beautiful than your joy.