It seems so inadequate. Such tiny little words to express so much. I love you.
Our connection is my lifeblood. You bring my life grace, humor and elegance. And let's not forget meaning.
Heloise wrote to Abelard "Let me have a faithful account of all that concerns you; I would know everything, be it ever so unfortunate. Perhaps by mingling my sighs with yours I may make your sufferings less, for it is said that all sorrows divided are made lighter."
You need not suffer alone. It's something you taught me.
I love you.