I've always told myself that someday I would tell you everything I feel. That I would put to paper all the feelings that I've had for you. That day is today, at least in spirit.

I've admired you for as long as I've known you. Your personality, your strength, your spirit, everything has drawn me to you like some undeniable river current. From the lazy, gentle gliding of detachment, you've drawn me down into the swirling rapids of love. A cheesy analogy? Yes, but it's the truth nonetheless. How many times have I stared into your eyes and wondered if you knew just what I was staring into? I was staring into the face of the person that I clicked with. The person who shared so many aspects of myself that it frightened and intrigued me at the same time. The person that I loved.

When did I find that I loved you? Whenever the word stopped holding the trite definition from adolescence. Whenever I found that I could just listen to you breathe and be happy. It's true. Everything you do is what I'd hoped you would. If only through my eyes, you are perfect. So exalted in my eye are you, that nothing you do could ever wrong me. I've placed you on your own pedestal, but you haven't noticed.

I've lived so long in your shadow, hoping one day that you would turn around and see me always by your side. I would never leave you, but you've never noticed. I've looked on quietly as you've gone through a variety of failed relationships. You've never been happy. You always complain about what's wrong with your man, and when you describe what it is that you DO want, it's me, but you've never noticed. It burns to know that I want you so bad, and to know that I could make you so happy, but you've never noticed. That I've sat here waiting so long to mean as much to you as you mean to me, but you've never noticed.

I could never live without you. I could never be whole without you by my side. There is no part of you I would give up for anything. Your smile (that you claim you needed braces for), and your thighs (that you've always tried to work on), and your hair (which was always too limp for you), and your everything (that was never good enough), you're perfect. You're what I've dreamed of finding, and finally have.

At Last,