To the man I adore,

It is not simple to write in words what it means to love you. What an honor it is to share this corner of the world with you. What a privilege, to watch you come home to yourself. Again and again.

I'm not sure there is a God.
I don't think you're certain either.
But if there is, I think you embody him in your goodness.
I think he used words like adoration and intimacy with us in mind.
He exists in our embraces.