Ben,

Earlier this year, months before I met you, I thought of you. I thought about the kind of love that I wanted. I thought about the idiots that I had met, the guys that just weren't cutting it. I wondered if everyone just settled. If love wasn't real and we were all just going about life doing the best we could. But I knew that wasn't true. I knew that there was something deeper out there for me. That I would wait forever if I had to if it meant that I'd find it eventually...

And you did. On an app my friend told me to download. Where I looked forward to only your messages. When I decided that I wanted to meet you and ended up spending 8 hours together. But it was the second day we spent together that had me thinking this was going to be different...

And I was so filled with every type of feeling that I couldn't help but write it all down.

And a few weeks later...

But you know all of this. You were there. I've told you about these moments that have played over and over in my head. The moments where I started to fall in love with you. But that's the good stuff. The less romantic truth is that I was absolutely terrified of this crashing and burning before it even began.

But with every bit of fear came a thousand moments of bliss. 

Every day with you comes less fear and more joy. I've never felt more sure about anything.

So I'll always spill my heart out to you, Ben. Every morning, every day, every night. You have all of me and I'm the luckiest person on the planet to have all of you too. 

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