We will always have (a crappy aproximation of) Paris

I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.  No one else matters in the same way.  Relax.  Breathe easy.  I’m not going anywhere without you.  I love you in that kind of way that inspires (sometimes awful) poetry and song, but most importantly, in the way that makes me smile and look forward to every chance I get to see you.

I have a lot of obstacles in my life, but you’ve never judged me for them, and you make me happy, no matter what anyone says.

Let’s go for pancakes, sweetheart. —The Ornithologist

This article appears in May 6-12, 2010.