I don't even know what to write here.
I guess I'll start with the obvious. Happy Valentine's Day.
And now for the not so obvious.
We both know I pretty much suck when it comes to feelings. Emotions. Stuff like that. I think one of the reasons you're so good for me is that you never push me about it. You just go with it. I don't know if you just know how I feel about you or if that one time I told you did the trick or maybe the fact that I named my boat after you was a grand enough gesture. Whatever it is, thank you for not pushing. It's kind of awesome that I've found somebody who accepts me the way I am. And accepts the fact that I'm not the type to go around singing from the rooftops how I feel. I am one lucky fucker. I'm not sure what I did to deserve you, but whatever it was, I'm glad I did it.
I think what I'm trying to say here is that I love you. I might not say it often - okay, okay, I might not say it ever - but that doesn't mean I don't. I can't even tell you when it happened. How lame is that? I know when I figured out that I did, though. It was after that Nerf war. We were crashed out on my bed. I watched you fall asleep and when I went to tug the sheet up over your shoulder it hit me. I can't even describe it. (See: paragraph one where I talk about how I suck when it comes to talking about emotions.) I just kinda knew.
Anyway.
I can't sleep. Instead, I'm writing you this note. And then I'm gonna go downstairs and see if I can continue last night's winning streak. Your presents are in the other room. Text me when you're awake and I'll be right up. I'm thinking breakfast in bed. Actually, I'm thinking the entire day will be spent in bed. Hope you weren't planning on going anywhere today.
I love you. And your crazy dog, too.
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