The love letter was never written. At least, not on paper. Only in my brain did it exist. There were so many things I wanted to tell him. How much he means to me. What it means to have him in my life. How I feel cherished, and how I’m never alone when he’s with me. So many things changed because he came into my life. I have a sense of stability now. And, when I’m not riddled with self-doubt, a sense of purpose. To show him how important he is. But when it comes time to put pen to paper, the words dry up. And so, all I can do instead, is say, “I love you.” And hope that he understands.