Thirteen

Thursday, January 13, 2011

9:52 PM

My dearest Popol,

I want you to know that I appreciate you. There are so many things about you that I am thankful for: your passion, and the way you leverage on that to get ahead and move forward. I hope you never lose it, I hope you remain as dedicated to your art and to your architecture as ever.

I am thankful for your tenderness. When I am with you, and you hold my hand, or smooth my hair away from my face, or kiss me gently on the forehead, I feel as though everything is going to be okay, that I don't have to worry, because you are there protecting me. I hope that you don’t lose your tenderness. I've seen you become forceful and aggressive in stressful situations and you terrified me. Please don't let me see that again. I want the gentle you.

I am thankful for your love. What we have is real and lasting, and I pray that we will persevere in it. We have an entire future ahead of us, a future for which to plan for our lives together, to enjoy together. And I say this in all seriousness, ISTJ that I am. I love you. And I will stay true to you, because I remain,

Yours.