a note from a less than perfect time

Dear John,

Today I found a picture of you from before we met.  You were so handsome.  You are so handsome.  I love the you in that picture, full of bravado, not quite sure of yourself.  I love who you have become-- the perfect match to who I am, the one who fills up those places in me that are empty.  I hope I do the same for you.  I love that you go to the laundromat.  I love that you hate the way I do dishes.  That you let me sleep in.  That you hold my hand.  I know things have been difficult lately, with the way the world is and our less than perfect place in it.  I promise it will get better, and I promise that I do believe that, even though some days I want to run away into the night, away from every scary stressful thing that overwhelms me, which is most of life right now.  

I never, ever want to run away from you.  Only with you.

I love you.  Thank you for being everything you are.

ash