The Kite Pilot.

Babe.

I've told you before, I wanna be the best at loving you. And I know I could be.

But I was reflecting on it a bit this morning, on how I got here, how I've gotten even as close as I have so far…

My childhood, teaching me love.

Adulthood, teaching me pain, yeah, but also empathy, compassion, patience, and the ability to understand and respect experiences not my own.

And, more recently, my dog and my 3D printer teaching me how to wrangle a brat.

And, babe…

I'm ready.

Oh, I'm sure you have so much more to teach me, but I am ready.

So go ahead, baby, and hand me that string. I'm gonna get that kite flying — higher than it's ever been. And heck, if you ever want me to, I'll even let go that string… just so I can stand there in awe and marvel at how beautifully you soar.

I just hope, at the end of the day, when your wings start getting tired, you'll let me catch you softly in my arms before your feet hit the ground.

Because I will. I will always be there waiting, arms open, smile on my face, loving you the best I can.

Will I be the best at loving you? I dunno. I think so. I'm gonna damn well try. And keep trying. Every day. Always. Forever.

Love you, angeleyes.

As ever, Yours.

PS — I absolutely fucking adore when I tease you so gently that you answer my question as if I were playing it straight. I'm never quite sure if you missed it, or if you think “Ok whatever, cute guy” before answering, but either way it is so you and I love it. Love you. Always.

PPS — Got that gas can handy, babe? Cuz, you know what?

We’re only just gettin' started.