When I say, “I love you,” it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You’re a hell of a woman.
This post is dedicated to my wonderful boyfriend Blake, whose birthday it is today. Darling, I hope it’s an excellent one. I can’t wait to see you.
