I tend to love you in a way that’s loud. And maybe that’s annoying, but I can’t stop myself. I let people know just how I feel about you. I run to your rescue when you’re in distress because I like to feel like I’m needed by you and as quiet as I am, I would tell the world that I get to play that role in your life.

Not you.

But it’s not because you’re careless. You swoop in in the dead of night and pick me up when no one else can see. You say you talk me up to your friends, and I’m sure you do. I believe that that’s true. But when it comes to my times of trouble, you don’t advertise it. And that’s something I truly appreciate.

I never thought that I was a person who craved recognition for my actions until I met you. You’re the kind of person who will bike to my house late at night just to give me a hug when I feel like I’m in crisis mode. You don’t expect applause or a pat on the back for doing nice things.

You just do them.

Which is how it should be. But we live in a world where people expect things in return for being decent, respectful human beings.

The only way people know about those times when you come to my rescue is if I tell them. And I can’t help myself. I want people to know that you give as much as you take. You deserve all the love and appreciation in the world, even when you don’t think you do. I know that I’m biased, but I think you are something special, and you see me in a way that no one else quite does.

I know that lately, things have not been the easiest. Neither of us have been the best that we could be. And we know it, but it’s easier said than done to make changes and better yourself.

But I have faith in us.

I believe in me. I believe in you. And I believe in me and you.

I know the rest of this article makes it seem like you are the one who has most of the problems in this relationship. But we both have our moments. We both have days that suck the life out of us. You’re just more vocal about it. You’re outspoken and loud and sometimes you’re all over the place. But when it comes to things that are between us, you keep it that way.

That’s something I struggle with. Maybe I shouldn’t be quite so open in sharing with others when you struggle. It’s not fair to you. I’m working on trying to suppress the reflex that makes me go off and gossip with my friends.

Thank you for having a love that is quiet enough to speak for itself. Thank you for loving me and asking me for help, even when I don’t always have the best intentions. Thank you for rescuing me without selfish intent. You don’t need everyone to know about all that you do for me. I know. And that’s enough.