Six Years On…

It’s weird how, if you really think about it, you never really feel like yourself until you meet the person who completes you.

The me that Sarah met, face to face, for the first time six years ago was a broken man. Unhappy about so many things. Feeling lost and listless and just sort of drifting through life as a childish, self-centered, slob.

But she gave me something to be happy about. She cradled and loved this broken fool until I became a better man. It took a good long while, but she held on and never gave up on me.

Now I know that sometimes I’m (still) not the best man that I could be. But I always try to do better. For her. Considering what she’s done for me though, trying doesn’t seem like enough. I owe her so much more than that.

That’s why I’m writing this post. Consider it a public declaration, if you will, of my plan to be not just a better man. For all the love and kindness and patience and heart you’ve shown me over the years, Sarah, I’m going to be the best man.

Not the best man possible. That shit won’t fly. The best man. Period.

It really is the least I can do considering everything you’ve done, and continue to do, for me…

Happy Valentine’s Day, my love. My heart is forever yours.