In the winter of last year, when we first met I never could have imagined that you would mean what you mean to me now. I thought you would just be another person to pass through my ongoing years of loneliness and wasted efforts. That's what I truly believed on those cold winter days, but today I would never call those efforts and three years alone wasted, because they were exactly what led me straight to you. As the months flew by you grew to become my best friend, my love, and so much more that I could never put into words.

I remember standing in Chicago with you in July, surrounded by countless, unknown faces, looking up into your eyes and calling you "my little piece of home". I realized in that moment that you really, truly are my home. I've never felt so comfortable with another person before, I can cry my ugliest cry with you and laugh my loudest laugh and you'll still love me all the same. When you wrap me in your arms it feels like snuggling up into my favorite blanket in my worn in bed, and when I close my eyes the entire world around us disappears. I never thought a love like that existed anywhere outside of the movies. You make me feel comfortable in my own skin, and I can be myself around you, no matter how sad, ugly, pretty, happy or angry that self is. When I'm with you I never feel a sense of danger, no matter where we are or what we're doing and when we're together it feels like it's us against the world. Each and every time I see you it feels like I'm coming home, and no matter how far we travel from our hometowns and how distant we are from our houses as long as I'm with you I feel at home, and I would never have it any other way.