My dearest Katelyn,

It has been a tough year. It involved tears and stress and things too grand to explain in words. But we came through victorious.

I have moaned many a time about how much I lack in constancy, yet the one thing that truly is constant in my life – if not my blogging – is my love for you. Although a mathematician would call it an exponential function, and a poet would call it the beautiful gathering warmth of morning upon still cool skin, and maybe a doctor would call it the beginning of a heart condition, I can scarcely name my feelings for you with such eloquency besides the word “ever growing love”.

And my dear, I love you. I love you in many a way; I love you every day; I love you like no-other I shall ever know; I love you with the burning passion of a phoenix, and the happy ending of it too, becoming a sweet baby in the end that does little but stare with wide eyes and marvel at its companion.

Thank you for these three years. Thank you for the companionship. And thank you for being you.

I love you, my dearest Katelyn. Nothing could ever change that.

Yours forever and evermore,

Hello, my love! I heard a kiss from you.

As time goes by, we grow stronger as a couple (even more so than we initially were), as people, and as individuals. This year was indeed hell for the two of us. However, we grew closer together, and I had the pleasure to watch you grow in ways and at a pace that you didn’t believe was possible.

A year ago, you were deep down in the darkest confines of the monster-guarded prision of your mind. This year, only 365 days later, look at yourself. Look at all you’ve overcome and all you’ve accomplished. No, the struggle isn’t over and maybe it never will be. But you’ve grown to believe a future is possible, you’ve stood up for your life, and you’ve escaped the prision with scraps but healthy. You are amazing.

We have a long way to go, but you and I can say we have proven time and again that we have a decision to grow, a will to live, and the power to do it. I’m so proud of you and of us. You have no idea.

You know, (and here comes my usual rambling) we grow in a world of ownership where we believe someone is our something and therefore they are meaningful to us on different levels. I have, however, met people who called their partners, ‘my companion’ (’mi compañero/compañera’, in Spanish). I believe that is what you mean to me. We go down a road together, hand in hand, and we accompany each other in our growth and struggles. We cheer on each other as we go. We support each other. I know that when one of us trips and falls the other person will be by her side, helping her up or ready to lay down in companionship until she can get up. To me, you are my companion, and I want nothing more than to be yours. Thank you for letting me be just that in these (almost) 4 years.

I believe in you. I will always be by your side. Happy birthday, preciosa.

Yours, inevitably for ever,

After a rough whole year and some more of being apart (532 days today), Kate and I are not only meeting in January but also WE’RE GOING TO NY!

We both need a holiday, and one together would be so amazing and perfect! So, Kate’s birthday is the perfect excuse to have a few days’ escapade together.

We’ll probably be meeting in January at Evansville, then we’re flying together to the big apple. We’ll have more news soon! Stay tuned!

Dearest Kat ( @imthekatesmeow ) of mine. There are days when words fail to write themselves, when the day is gray and gloomy and I want to hide my head in the pillow and just get some proper sleep. Today was a gray day, and I was under the usual test anxiety from when I have due dates. But it was not a gloomy day. You were there with me throughout, cheered for me and helped me get my head in the game. You were amazing, as you are every day.

I said just now how I feel I hit jackpot, mi amor, and I truly do. It’s amazing how after two and a half years my feelings for you just keep growing. I’m scared they’ll get so big we’ll screw up our planet’s gravity.

You have a job interview tomorrow, and I just know you will be amazing as you can’t help but be. You’ll give smart answers and show how practical you are. You will charm them with your rosey cheeks and astonishingly beautiful eyes. You will show your pretty manners and humbleness and they will be at awe. They don’t stand a chance. Immovable forces stand no chance when they come into something that cannot be stopped. You can do anything.

I love you, preciosa. You are more than an income or lack thereof. You are brilliant and beautiful and I adore you. If you don’t get this job, there will be others. It is not the end of the world, and it is not the end of us by a long cry.

We’re in it together, and if not physically, I shall be there holding your hand tomorrow. You can do this. You’re brilliant. I love you. :3

Soon we will have a countdown. Soon, we’ll be making our bags and organizing our luggage. Soon we will be hugging tight enough to not breathe.

A few months and we’ll have another visit.

Soon.

Hi anon! Sorry about the late reply? Silly Tumblr never told me I had an inbox.

Anyway, well… it’s tough to define exactly when I knew I was a lesbian. I remember it just dawned on me one day, but it didn’t fall our of the skies. I’ll tell you the whole story, if you don’t mind. (putting it under a cut for people not to get annoyed when they see this on their feeds!)

I’m an arsehole.

Besides telling you privately, even though you made a whole queue and posts for me, I never even peeped about our anniversary. We never had a proper anniversary date. We never did anything that day to make it special. And for that, I am entirely responsible.

I made the day an ordinary day for both of us. I didn’t even surprise you with a silly doodle or the picture of a flower I found on google.

I did, however, think of you all day. I did have a present planned, which I never got to finish and send to you. I did come up with ideas for our perfect date whenever we were back together in the flesh. I did mean to write a letter, but whenever I got to it, another responsibility would come and knock me out.

I know I’ve been busy to the point of being neglecting this year, and we’ve talked about it in length. I’m sorry I’ve missed such an important date, my love.

I love you with all that I am, my heart and my everything. You’re the love of my life, and I’m not going to promise I’ll be the perfect girlfriend  -- nor do I expect you to be -- but I do promise that whatever comes between us, we’ll figure it out. We’ll talk about it. We’ll see what we can do, as a team. You and me, for good.

Happy extremely belated anniversary. May this be the second of a hundred years together!