I have a habit of wanting the not yet. The thing that inches further away is always better than the thing that I can’t inch past. Detroit, my own agency, Rocio’s for dinner, the next Magic season, and then the next Magic season; most things that make me happy I haven’t yet met. But you.
You are different. When my thoughts move on to a different place or a different time, you are always there. With you, there is no other wanting. I have it all and there’s nothing I can’t see. The only future I long for is more days on our couch, legs entwined, cats knocking over plastic cups of water.
Six years with you is a foolish stroke of luck that almost nobody should receive. Thank you for being the only everlasting I know. I don’t need anything else.
Happy Anniversary. I love you dearly.