You gave me a book full of memories, you tried to capture our past in pages. But I am writing this even though I know there is no paper in this world large enough to hold what I actually feel for you. Sometimes, when I look at you, words fail me. Still, I want to put down on paper what my voice often cannot say, so you can hold it in your hands and know it's real.

Before you, I didn't think I could feel like this. I honestly didn't know these kinds of feelings existed. I thought I knew myself, I thought I was fine on my own. But then you came into my life and you completely disarmed me.

I never thought I could be this vulnerable with anyone. I never thought I would want to let someone see every part of me the good, the bad, the things I hide from the world. But with you, it just feels… right. It feels safe. It feels like for the first time in my life, I don't have to pretend to be anything other than who I am.

And if I'm being honest, it's becoming an obsession. You occupy my thoughts in a way I can't control anymore. You are always there, in the back of my mind. It's a constant hunger to be near you, to breathe you in. I am addicted to the way you make me feel.

You want me exactly as I am, and that makes me want to be better. You make me want to give you everything. When we are together, or even when we are just talking, the rest of the world disappears. It's just you. It's always been you, even before I knew it.

You have become my peace. In a noisy world, you are the only quiet place I need. I want to build something real with you, something that lasts. I want to be your safe place, just as you are mine.

I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I promise I will spend every day trying to make you happy.