Ten months ago was the last time we met. I picked you up at the station, and we went to my friend’s wedding. I had asked you beforehand to accompany me to the event. Honestly, I didn’t really care about the wedding; I just needed a solid reason to see you again after such a long, long time. You were beautiful that day, almost unchanged from ten years ago. The wedding was a blur, but your presence was all that mattered.

You know I rarely come back home, so this was probably my only chance to meet you, and I didn’t want to waste it. So I offered to grab some coffee despite the heat that afternoon. The café was cozy, with sunlight streaming through the windows. With a double shot iced latte in your hand and a kiwi juice in mine, we started catching up on each other’s lives. I wasn’t really paying attention to our conversation; all I could focus on was your beautiful eyes. When the afternoon light touched your brown eyes, I saw sparks, like a starry night. I could easily get lost in those mesmerizing eyes, feeling like I was being drawn into a deep pool of warmth with every glance. It’s funny, every time you caught me staring, you were the one who blushed.

Reflecting on that day, I realize there are many things we need to work on, like getting to know each other once more. All these years, our images of each other have remained frozen in time, and we need to update them, don’t you think? Even though the image of you in my mind is from five to ten years ago, I know life has happened to you, shaping you into the strong-willed, compassionate person you are now.

I admire how you see beauty in everyone. You are kind, compassionate, and committed to being a good person. Your laughter is contagious; you brighten any room, even on your bad days. You love deeply and make sure the other person knows it. You surround people with your warmth and affection, and they cannot help but adore you.

I always tell other people that I’m not ready for certain things. But for you? If you wanted it right here, right now, I would be ready. You are probably the only person I feel certain about. No ifs, buts, or maybes. Just a straight yes.

Sometimes in my sleepless nights, I talk to God about you, telling Him that I’ve always struggled to make sense of it all. But loving you, even if only for a fleeting chapter of our lives, has made my impermanence on earth feel worthwhile. So, if I ever reach the point where I will cease to exist, I will close my eyes knowing that I lived well, that I had lived within your grace.

I hope your playlist shuffles just the right way, playing your favorite songs. I hope your dinners always taste delicious, no matter what you eat, bringing you warm and comfort. I hope your double shot iced vanilla latte is always the perfect balance of bitterness and sweetness to keep you awake during those long shifts at the hospital. I hope you find meaning, purpose, and joy so that you never again doubt your place in this world. I hope you find the courage to always embrace life and see what it has in store for you. And I hope you are endlessly loved, adored, and celebrated, for both your accomplishments and the things you may not be proud of. I hope life treats you kindly, like those beautiful eyes of yours.

P.S. hbd, stubborn taurus!