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Two moons and still you, Keith

From a page marked with your name, July 09.

Two months might sound short to some people, but to me, it’s been a thousand tiny moments filled with you. Your laugh, your humor, your care, your love. And I’m so, so grateful that I still get to call you mine.Truly, from the bottom of my heart, I’m just happy. Really happy. The kind of happy that makes me smile without meaning to. The kind that feels quiet but deep, like my heart is full just knowing we’re still here, still choosing each other.I know I’m not perfect. I know I have my flaws, my clumsy moments, my days where I fall short. I’m so sorry for those times. but please know I’m always trying. Trying to love you better, to be softer, more patient, more understanding. I might not always get it right, but I’ll never stop showing up for you with my whole heart.

And please… if there’s ever anything whether it’s big or small, even just your coffee not being warm enough, or your heart feeling a little heavier than usual, I want to know. I want to be there. I need to be there. Because when you hurt, I feel it too. When you’re stressed, my chest gets tight with you. I carry your feelings with me, and not because I have to, but because I want to.You’re never too much. Never a burden. Never too quiet or too messy or too anything. You’re mine. And I’ll always do everything I can to be your safest place, your peace, your soft shoulder, your home.I love you, Keith. In every language, in every lifetime, with every version of who I am. Thank you for loving me too.Yours,
Noémi Lavelle.