My Dearest --;

       I would promise you the world if only I knew I could deliver. I would stop time in the moment you were most happy, even if it did not involve me. I would kiss your face a thousand times and a thousand times more just to hear the happy sigh escape your perfect lips if I knew that you wanted me. I would crawl and beg and plead and submit—anything to make you happy.  I would do anything, you need only ask. For you, the impossible would be possible.

      There are so many things that I can't promise you. I can't promise that everything will go right and that there will never be pain and that that we'll never have hard times. I can't promise that I'll never scream or break your things or run away or ask you to leave.  I can't even promise that by the end of this you won't hate me. I'd never make you stay.

     But here's what I can promise you: I will always be your rock, steady when you rage or scream or cannot get out of bed.  I will always be there to hold your hand when you're terrified or sad or lonely. I will always celebrate your victories, even when they eclipse my own. I will drink champagne though I don't like it and I will smile even when my heart is breaking.  I will always love you. I will always think of you and wonder how you are and hope that you are safe. I will never be disappointed in you, even when you are disappointed in yourself. I will cry with you, laugh with you, love you.  For as long as you want me—I will be here.