Dear Abby,

You are my beautiful everything. You are my precious love and my sweet lovely angel. I know I don't have to be in constant show of how much I love and appreciate you to you, and I love that about you. You can crash into my room, steal my ID and my cards and my meds and anything else you want and do a little dance and I'll just kind of smile at you. You can wake me up in the middle of the night and tell me you want to do a puzzle with me and I'll solve an insomniacs paradox about the relationship between puzzles and love. You can go to Reno sight unseen with Nick Brown and I'll just hang my head and love you anyway.

I love you so much baby. You are my world and everything I am revolves around you. We are two halves of a broken heart baby and we're healing each other.

You make me complete. I often think about that silly movie Valentine's Day. It's epic and sprawling, but it manages to have moments of tenderness and intimacy between two people in the middle of a sea of more superficial interactions. You and I are just like that. Andromeda and Perseus in a galaxy of seemingly infinite stars. Your GuardIV and my Lightning Bolt fucking up slots players left and right. We love each other so much and it's so intimate and beautiful because of it, even when our love is consequence of ourselves as part of a richer world and continuum.

Anyway. I love you baby.

Love Forever,
-Travis