An ode to the most incredible woman ever

I know I haven't been around much. Part of that is the chat room, sure, but I've been a bit busy too. But for those of you wondering how I am, this should just about cover it. I have something I need to say to the woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.

Picture me, confused, alone, repressed. Picture a friend I see everyday at work, a woman who even held my hand. Now picture me not realizing she liked me until she made the first move. Hint much? And people say I'm smart. What a joke.

She changed her whole life for me. Her schedule, her sexual behavior, everything. She's still the same person, but catering to me now. I've never truly felt worthy.

I guess what I'm trying to say, is thank you. Thank you for being there when I needed you. Thank you for making the first move when I couldn't. Thank you for being my friend first, so our connection would be so much stronger. Thank you for agreeing to give me your hand in marriage, and to spend the rest of your life with me. Thank you for trying new things with me, not just in bed (though quite often that's where we ended up). Thank you for hearing me out, even when I describe something you ultimately don't want to do. Thank you for telling me -your- dreams, -your- hopes, -your- fantasies, and contributing to this relationship in so many ways others would forget to. Thank you for being the most beautiful, kinkiest, silliest, smartest woman this side of the Atlantic.

I know you snapped at me a lot when you were sick, but you couldn't see. We weren't sure if you'd live, and if you did, if you'd ever be able to see again. Please forgive yourself. I'll do anything. I'll owe you for the rest of my life. Just please, please forgive yourself.

I can't finish this. I'm crying too hard. And I'm sorry that I'm too much of a coward to say this to your face. Just... thank you. I love you so much.