I choose you, every day...

When I write these letters, it is so often with a sense of longing, missing you across the space between us, or daydreaming about the what ifs and what will bes. All of those are, admittedly, some of my favorite things to do, but today I’m writing to you from a place of gratitude. We wake up each day choosing one another, even when we’re apart, as there is no doubt in my mind that, wherever you are in a given day, you carry me with you, just as I carry you with me, whether we are across the world from one another, or only inches. I know this because, on my worst days, on our hardest, we still make that choice.

We too often as a culture define the health of a relationship based on the good days. When someone says they rarely have a bad day with their person, while that is a wonderful blessing (and one we most certainly share), the real mark of a relationship is in its ability to stand together when things are going wrong, to hold one another close and make a choice, no matter how difficult, to try and find a way out, even if it hurts, even if it means things must change somehow, because the thought of living without is harder than the thought of moving forward. 

When I say we choose one another, this is what I mean, what I feel, in every fiber of my being. There is no storm that we can’t weather, because we are shelter to one another. There is no cold we cannot bear, because we are warmth. There is no darkness too deep, because we create the space and feed the flames in one another’s hearts, so that we shine brightly, no matter what. All of this because, in the end, we choose hope and love over fear. This is why I write, and will write, every day, no matter what comes, so you know that I am choosing you, my sweet girl. I love you, with all my heart and soul, and I will be right here, now and always.