It’s crazy how much time is flying and we have another year on the books. We’re a bit different from who we were when we met six years ago (if I counted wrong, you know how it is), but I’m so happy I get to call you my best friend and my partner. Who knew I’d end up being the sort of guy to thinking anniversaries were kinda dumb to wanting to celebrate each and every one? Whatever the timing of that ends up being (or how I’m running perpetually late). Weird.

There are ups and downs, but we’ll make it through it. We always do, and always will. That’s something I’ve always had faith in; I think I used up most of my pessimism when I figured you were finding a way to turn me down in the first place. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I get to spend the rest of my life with you, and that’s fucking wonderful. There’s nothing I feel like we can’t do, as long as we’re together. You’re the boy for me, for keeps, and I can’t wait to marry you one day. I’ll say it again and again—I’m lucky to have you in my life.

I love you. Two lots. Three lots. (Yes, I’m always gonna show off.)

- T