28/04/2025
My love.
Today should have been our anniversary another year to tease you about how you still blush when I call you my wife, another year to dance badly in the kitchen while our daughter groans and secretly films us. Instead, I’m sitting here in the quiet house with nothing but the sound of my own breathing and her soft crying from the next room.
I miss you in ways I don’t have words for. I miss how good you were not just kind or sweet, but good right down to your bones. The way you could make a stranger feel seen, the way you never let our little girl go to bed doubting she was loved. I catch myself reaching for you at 3 a.m. when she has nightmares, because only your arms ever truly made the dark feel safe for her. I’m trying, baby. I swear I’m trying to be half the parent you were both of us combined, but God, I’m tired.
I miss what true love feels like. I miss the safety of knowing someone on this earth loved me even on my worst days. I miss your laugh cutting through my grumbling, your hand finding mine under the table, the way you’d look at me like I was still the man you chose all those years ago.
Keep resting, my heart. I know you’re tired too you fought so hard. Just… don’t go too far, okay? Stay close enough that she can still feel you when she scores a goal or when she’s scared or when she falls in love for the first time. Stay close enough that I can still feel you when the weight of without you gets too heavy.
Our daughter is growing into you every day your eyes, your stubborn streak, your ridiculous love for terrible rom-coms. She’s the most beautiful proof that we happened, that we were real.
Happy anniversary, my darling.
I’m still yours.
I’ll love you every day until I breathe my last one, and then I’ll find you and annoy you for eternity, just like I promised.
Wait for me.
I miss you more than these poor words can ever say.
Forever,
Your husband
