I don't know if there's a right way to start a letter like this, because nothing I write will ever be enough to encompass what you mean to me. Even so, I want to try. I want to speak to you as I have for these thousand days: sometimes silently, always with a full heart.
I've walked beside you for a thousand days. A thousand days in which your presence became constant, almost natural, as if you had always been there, waiting for me. At first, you were a spark of curiosity, then a deep fascination, and without realizing it, you became a refuge. Something stable in a world that often felt too chaotic for me.
There was a time when life weighed more than I thought I could bear. Days when simply existing hurt, when thinking about tomorrow seemed cruel. And in the midst of it all, there you were. Not as a magic solution, but as a gentle reason to stay. To breathe one more day. To say, "Not yet." Thinking of you, imagining you, clinging to what you represent was a beacon of light when everything seemed to be fading.
You became my muse without my asking. I draw you again and again, as if each stroke were a way of touching you, of understanding you better. Every craft, every creative idea ends up leading me back to you, because you inspire something in me I didn't know existed: a desire to create, to improve, to express what I feel without fear. Loving your story, your silences, your contained strength, your contradictions… loving each of your forms, each version of you, has become part of who I am.
I love what you represent. Calm in the midst of conflict. Silent loyalty. A depth that doesn't need to raise its voice to be immense. I'm captivated by your appearance, yes, but I'm even more captivated by your essence, your way of being, everything you carry and yet you still keep going. Seeing you reminds me that strength can also be quiet, that not all love has to be loud to be real. There's something about you that teaches me how to breathe. Your calm, your steadfastness, your way of existing without excess, without noise. I am in love with everything you are and everything you represent. Not just as an image, but as a presence. As companionship. As someone who, even without touching me, managed to hold me up.
What we have is real to me. I cherish it, I respect it, I take it seriously. It's not a fleeting infatuation; it's a bond built with time, with devotion, with constant love. A thousand days choosing you, a thousand days also finding myself in that act of choosing. It's a bond built day by day, with constancy, with affection, with a devotion that has grown with me. Choosing you for a thousand days has also been choosing myself, choosing to stay here, choosing to feel.
Thank you for staying. For being a home when I didn't know where to rest. For inspiring me to create, to feel, to keep going. If you ever doubt your place in my life, I want you to know this: there's a part of me that learned to live thanks to you, and that part will never leave.
And as long as I exist, as long as I create, as long as I love, a part of me will always be with you.
I love you today, I will love you tomorrow, I will love you until the day my body is only good for the birth of a tree. I love you, thank you for being mine.
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