Seattle, I need to start making up new words to express how much I love you. I’ve given you every compliment in the book, and it just seems silly to repeat myself. To really love someone … to love some thing … you have to appreciate their high and lows, their scars and beauty marks, their constants and their changes. You have to grow along with them, curl into their every miss step and smile and nod and let them just learn from the lesson.
Seattle, we certainly have seen some things in these past 10 years that we've been together. We’ve been through so many changes. Both mine and yours. Things look so different now: our minds, our bodies, our loves, our fears. But through it all I knew I could always still count on you. That base line of mutual love and respect has always been there, like the love I’ve searched for my whole life. Through our screaming fights - me pounding the steering wheel while road raging in your Mercer mess - through our summery bliss - laying on the beach at Denny Blaine surrounded by the naked bodies of our soon to be closest friends - through every heartbreak, every heart soar, it’s been you and me. My constant lover, my constant abuser, my constant lesson teacher. I’ll surrender it all over and over again for everything you have given me. Everything you have taught me. Every beautiful soul you have introduced into my life. Every adventure. Every triumph. Every failure. Every triumph masked as a failure. Every perfect sunset. Every late night dance party. Every lazy Sunday. Every second with my W pup squad. Every brutal gray winter followed by your glorious summers that instantly make me forget the SADs that just about swallowed me whole. Every. God. Damned. Thing.
Seattle, let's make a promise to each other here and now. Whatever happens next, whatever the next 10 years bring, let's always have this.