"You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest." ― John Keats
I ruined our one month anniversary by being ill. I know most people don't celebrate such things, but with you it feels important. I did remember. I could never forget anything pertaining to you. You're far too important to me for that to ever happen. This past month has been truly wonderful. You must know how happy you make me. I cannot recall the last time I felt this way, if ever, and it's all because of you. I mean it when I say you're amazing. You are, Peter. You are truly remarkable and I am so grateful that you're in my life. I always have been. I always will be.