…or not. 😉 Actually, this is a surprise love letter to my wife, whom I know sometimes reads this journal.
Dearest, I love you. You make me more sure of myself. You accepted me for who I am when I did not even accept it myself. You remind me to help others when I am inclined to be self absorbed. You are a wonderful, beautiful person. And even if I tried to ignore all the selfish reasons I can list for loving you, I could never imagine a world where I didn’t, or where I loved you less. You amaze me, every day. Every time I see you, and in every memory I have of you, you are always the most beautiful I have seen you; the most beautiful I have ever remembered you.
I love you. And I just thought I’d slip this note in here for you to find someday because…
…well: Because I love you.