I make it a point to write something special every 11 Sept but I guess words no longer comply how I feel. Love is an action, an energy, a force. I figured that we've been through too much to put it to words anymore. I hope you realize how much you mean to me. When words no longer describe these mind-blowing emotions.
I appreciate the quirky French dinner and the La Sardina gift that accompanies the sumptuous (or rather experimental) meal. For a reason, I can still find myself smiling when I think about that day, 54 days ago. And the reason must be the endearment I felt watching you nervous, sweating your palms off, making sure everything goes perfect. And it was. Thank you for making it a memorable night.
I'm crazy, and so are you. We'll always be crazy. ♥