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A Letter to the Love of My Life

Love struck me more times than I can count—

but this time, it felt like heaven.

Winter shut its weary doors,

and you stepped in,

a blaze of summer light.


I talked too much,

you smiled and listened.

Neither of us knew

those fleeting moments

would rewrite our lives.


You stood beside me—

the most beautiful soul I’d ever seen.

I stared,

like a stargazer lost in constellations.


We’ve ridden the rollercoaster,

held on through the rise and fall.

Loved like each breath might be the last—

perhaps that hunger

kept the flame alive.


You gave up all you knew,

just to walk beside me.

You faced storms,

even danced with death,

to give me the rarest gift of all.


And when he giggles

and people are astonished,

I would say—

It’s nothing but a stardust of our love.


You saw me cry,

small and unguarded.

I promise—

you’ll be the last to see me that way.


Years slip past, oceans in between,

but when you kiss me in your dreams,

I feel it—

a sweet giggle trailing

down the back of my neck.


I may not be the best man,

but you are a miracle stitched in grace.

I looked at you

like a child at a magic show,

as you pulled the best of me

from places even I forgot.


They say being a man is tough—

but with you,

it’s a walk through sunlight.


So let me thank you—

for being mine.

For being my:


Bright shine of summer,

Blooming flowers of spring,

Sweet hush of autumn winds,

And the warmest cuddle of winter.

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