You and I had the worst night of our lives this winter. Then at the height of summer, you gave me the best night I’ve ever had.
As I reflect on this year of change, I see there are many sides to it, not just the sadness I often feel. We are not shaped only by the bad times. Rationally, it’s an example of balance – we can appreciate the good because we’ve struggled through the bad.
The idealist in me though hopes we can reach a point where we deserve the promise of love without having to feel the heartbreak.
As we go, the only moral code or form of faith I know to follow is to love, which is ultimately positive.
We have to love ourselves, being kind and patient through tough times. To stay curious about our feelings and not deny them. But we also have to be responsible for celebrating the good in our lives more often. For loving each other more deliberately instead of just people-pleasing. Why don’t we use our love for each other and strive to tip the balance toward good?
We can start small. It’s the middle of December but it’s not too late to put up our Christmas tree, in our fresh cold house, among the mess, to create a little warmth and spirit.
The negatives and positives don’t cancel each other out this year. They each cut facets into our lives. We are hypnotized by the complex depth or dazzled by the sparkling brightness, but either way, our lives together have become resilient and beautiful like the diamonds you placed on my finger.
I love you, darling, forever.