My love for him is not held in a card,
or chocolate candy. It is a tapestry,
woven through years; a story told with
gold and silver threads, bringing to life
tragedy and comedy, grief and joy; the very foundations we tread upon, almost without thought, in all our routine moments.
No matter the unremarkable nature of each day, there is a space kept aside just for you, and though I have no boxes with bows to bestow upon you, or cards with prefabricated words, I do have my own earnest heart that waits to hold you in joy and warmth, and join with yours towards futures unfurling brightly before us.
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