Human Woman

Babe…

I know I put you on a pedestal sometimes. Describe you as this perfect angel come to earth. Portray you as some celestial being of pure light and grace, some theoretically impossible standard…

And it's true… that is how I see you, how I have always seen you, even a decade ago when you were still mostly a mystery to me…

But I also see the very human woman behind those angel eyes, the woman with her fears and insecurities, her faults and her flaws. And I love that woman. Fiercely. So much more than you can imagine. I am in love with every single last aspect of you, my love. Including all of those faults and flaws, all the fears and insecurities.

I love how beautiful and sweet you are, and I also love how clumsy you can be. I love how poised and confident you usually come off as, and I also love all of your anxieties, when you let them show. I love how you pay attention to even the tiniest of details, and I also love that you space on things from time to time.

I love everything that makes you, you. I love everything I know about you. I preemptively love everything that I don't know about you yet. I love you. I love you.

So, yeah… I love that angel that I've stuck up on a pedestal somewhere in my heart… but I am in love with you. The very real, very human woman that I look forward to sharing cherry jalapeño cream cheese dip with on Friday. That pays close attention to the warning flags at the beach. That takes care of her neighbor in her time of need. That chose a career that is mostly about helping other people. That knows what different types of shovels are used for, lol.

I love you. And you are an angel, to me. And you always will be.

And I am ever yours, my evenstar.

With all the love this old heart can muster (and more),
Me.