To explain my love to you is to try to attempt to explain the movement of time. Because that's how I feel when I look at you. That I see the same girl I came to see in Wellsboro who greeted me with a big smile and warm hug. The same girl I would disappoint by failing properly cook a pinterest dessert.
Every time I see your eyes I see that first year.
But I also see all the other years and events.
When you first moved down for a Summer while working at the Shoe Dept. for a summer.
Moving into Toftree's and then you moving to State College.
Trips to Orlando, Arizona, and San Diego.
Our trips to Philadelphia and Pittsburgh to see friends.
The beach and motel in Wildwood where we've nearly every Summer.
It seems to hit me all at once sometimes.
Perhaps that's best way to describe love. Something that makes you feel so good that the laws of time stop. That you can draw on an experience from the past and experience it all over again just by a look, a laugh, a smile.
While the origins of Valentine's day may be arbitrarily concocted, my love for you is real, and I hope that you know that always.
Love Ben
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