two years

It’s been two years that I’ve gotten to know you, to love you, to be with you.

Though it hasn’t been easy, and sometimes it’s been almost too hard, I can say today that it’s been worth it.

It took me just a few days to fall in love with you, to promise to fly back to you, but it’s taken me two years to know you, to understand you, to love you better. I hope we have two more years, and then two more, and always two more from where we are.

For so long I believed I’d spend my life alone and then there was you. Twenty four years of solitude and now two with you. I wouldn’t trade either, but I can tell you which ones were better.

I love you.