Dear Reader,
There are a few things I know for certain: one Advil is never enough, everything tastes better over the kitchen sink, and to love and be loved in return is an unbelievable privledge. Â
I’m not an expert in relationships, nor am I writing this to give you advice on your love life by setting unattainable standards for your relationship. However, I have loved, lost and loved again. Â Each second of pain that came with these chapters in my life was matched with several thousand minutes of unmatched euphoria. Â That’s what love is–euphoria–the feeling of intense excitement and happiness. Â It’s not made up of grand gestures, planned birthday parties, or expensive dates. It’s a compilation of instances dressed in complete comfortability; where everything becomes reflexive. There is no thinking; it’s effortless. Â
So Reader, this is my hope for you: that the love in your life is filled with infinite precious moments, where even your breathing softens.
I hope they let you squish your cold feet against their legs, no matter how much they hate it.
I hope they tuck that piece of hair behind your ear, because that act alone solves more problems than formal peace treaties.
I hope they wipe away your eyeboogers without permission.
I hope each time you go to sleep after a fight, your shoulder blade is met with their kiss, and their arms wrap around you tighter than usual.
I hope they challenge you and you challenge them right back.
I hope your they remember your coffee order, as elaborate as it is, and bring you a cup just because.
I hope they keep their right hand on your thigh as they drive.
I hope there’s singing–lots of it–and dancing, preferably in the kitchen.
I hope there’s someone you’re thinking of as you read this.
I hope they think of you like this, too.
I hope you know to let go of those who bring you more pain than love, and more grief than joy.Â
I hope you find this kind of love in every moment that you live, by loving yourself first.
Sincerely,
Me