Dear Bub,

That sparkly thing on my hand is not for me.

It is for you.

You are the one who believes in us truly, deeply. Although I have known for a while. For a long while. It was you who I waited for: to approach me, but then to decide that you loved me enough to spend each day in one another’s thoughts, dreams, fears–in person–and in heart.

I’m so glad you finally chose me, Bub.

Love, the one.

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