It's occurred to me more than once this week just how much I depend on this amazing man in my daily functioning. While I'm being treated like a queen in Dallas by a wonderful company I'm delighted to work for, I miss my other half terribly.
I used to think strength meant independence. Over the past several years, though, I've learned how difficult it can be to learn how to trust somebody with your heart again - and what a wonderful feeling it is to feel accepted and unconditionally loved... and how much stronger I feel as half of this partnership. The fact that I feel lonely and lost after just a little bit of time away, the fact that I think both of us are better people for having found and learning to trust each other... And as I told a co-worker and new friend yesterday, Scott and I have found ourselves in some crazy situations, some awful places, and some interesting circumstances over the last six and a half years - but there's no one else in the world I'd rather have those misadventures with. He's the one I want to call whenever I have news of any kind... he's the one I want to be next to, whether we're saying anything at all or just sitting...he's the one whose touch calms me down and fires me up...he's my other half and my soul mate and the person I want to grow old next to.
Happy Valentine's Day, honey. I love you and I can't wait to get home.