“Love is like a painting. In the beginning it is only an idea, but over time it is built up through errors and corrections till you have a breath taking work of art for all to see.”

-unknown

After 3 years there was a question that was asked: "Aren't you sick of it yet?" I didn't understand the question. There's no limit for the need to be loved. Everyday he tries hard to keep me going. In the little gestures he does, to the words and tone he uses, I know that there is no limit to my potential. So now. I understand how one can make another a better person. He. Makes. Me. Better.

There is only one thing that I am sick of though. I am sick of not knowing the perfect way to express my love. However, I express it as best as humanly possible. He is the closest thing that I will ever comprehend as perfection. I always thought that it didn't exist. I was wrong. Perfection exists in at least two parts that achieve a difficult balance.

In the past three years I learned that there are three phrases that are vital in any relationship.

In no particular order...
1. Thank you.
2. I'm sorry.
3. I love you.

Without these words, I realize a real relationship cannot thrive.

Perfection comes in parts...as many as it is necessary. Arnell is my missing part. He balances my chaos. He is everything I want and need.

Thank you for wholeheartedly loving all of me. If time was money, you have made me a millionaire. I hope you like your gift.







Happy Anniversary. 32J.