love letter

We've had ten years of Valentine's Days.

I wanted you to be mine a long, long time ago. I wanted to protect your ears and be the only one to enjoy those breathtaking eyes. I wanted to hold your hand because it was beautiful and had the ability to create anything and everything.

In return you've given me my own soundtrack. You meet my every grumpy morning with a joke, and you know how to leave me alone. You challenge me, and I love you for it. Even at the worst of times, we can laugh so hard we cry. There is simply no end to your humour and to your talent.

Thank goodness for kitchen stools and locked doors.

(And I promise never to gush in public again.)