I got to see Forrest’s Christmas gift from Jen and it’s the most perf thing ever you go glen coco
so me and my cousins and aunt and uncle were playing charades and the word was “laughing” so my aunt starts cracking up and asks my 10 year old cousin what she was doing and my 10 year old cousin said “drinking”
was amazing. I got to see my family, eat some of mom’s cooking. The thing that made today extraordinary was your presence at the dinner table this afternoon. I know it’s been planned for a long time but it was everything I had imagined. Thanksgiving dinner probably isn’t too big of a deal to many, but to have you on a holiday that I’ve only celebrated with my family is superb. You told me next year we could have it with your folks. That sounds just beautiful. So here’s to you, a man I hold as dearly in my heart as the other people around that table today. I love ya, Forrest.
Tomorrow we will see the annual concert we met at last year. I’ll be on the other side of it this time, watching, holding your hand. I’m thankful for you. I’m so glad we met.
I got a scarf that’s the same colors as Forrest’s family clan plaids from him last night and it’s the best. I smell wedding bells.
I read all of your letters last night, cards you’ve given me for each of the months we’ve been together. They were all so well written, so divine, so enlightening. It took me back to days that we browsed shops and found items too expensive to buy and nights that we’d drive around until we found somewhere quiet enough to kiss and never have to tell. You spoke of fortune cookies, of milestones between us. You told me that you fall deeper in love with me each day, and I smiled as I read these words you’ve written me. I love you so much it hurts. But like a good hurt. The way making love can hurt. One year ago today we danced beside a broken street light and looked at the stars. We drew on a wall with stolen crayons and I wanted to kiss you but didn’t. I didn’t expect to meet you that day, but the moment I did I never wanted to go without knowing you.
You wrote on your blog that you were thankful for me a couple of days later. This year you’ll be with me on Thanksgiving, and thank God because I want to look at you when I pray for you and hope that you’ll always be mine.
I’ve known you for a year.
I’ve loved you for a year.
I’ll love you for a hundred more.