My Secret Letter to Ryan 2017
Hey Buss,
Its 2017. Just passing 8 1/2 years of being in a relationship.
If you are reading this, I just want you to know how happy I am in my relationship with you.
Yesterday I mentioned that I was cold while I was going to sleep. Of course, your solution was to pull all the blankets back, jump on top of me, and squim violently, to "warm me up". And of course, you were totally naked. I love that you find me sexy and amusing enough that this seemed like the natural course of action.
And every afternoon when I go to get a hug when I get back to work, you pull off my fitbit from my bra so you can have perfect access to my breasts without the interruption of hard bits of plastic. I love that you still find me sexy enough that this is an important part of our daily ritual.
We went on a 10 day vacation and we did not run out of things to talk about, despite the fact that we banned work and family from our conversations.
In fact, you were not sick of me by the end. And, in fact, you agreed to a 25 mile hike just the next week. You agreed to journy with me, in a place with no turn arounds, and trusted me to keep up.
I like it that you need me. That I am important to you. I like that you like to be goofy with me.
Its 2017. Just passing 8 1/2 years of being in a relationship.
If you are reading this, I just want you to know how happy I am in my relationship with you.
Yesterday I mentioned that I was cold while I was going to sleep. Of course, your solution was to pull all the blankets back, jump on top of me, and squim violently, to "warm me up". And of course, you were totally naked. I love that you find me sexy and amusing enough that this seemed like the natural course of action.
And every afternoon when I go to get a hug when I get back to work, you pull off my fitbit from my bra so you can have perfect access to my breasts without the interruption of hard bits of plastic. I love that you still find me sexy enough that this is an important part of our daily ritual.
We went on a 10 day vacation and we did not run out of things to talk about, despite the fact that we banned work and family from our conversations.
In fact, you were not sick of me by the end. And, in fact, you agreed to a 25 mile hike just the next week. You agreed to journy with me, in a place with no turn arounds, and trusted me to keep up.
I like it that you need me. That I am important to you. I like that you like to be goofy with me.