final letter

Dear Leo,

It's hard to believe it's been seven years since that day we first crossed paths in the parking lot of our high school. Who would have thought that moment would lead to me sharing your last name? You're at work right now, and I thought I'd bring back something that started it all between us: letters. It's our two-year wedding anniversary today, and what better way to celebrate than by writing you a letter—not to myself this time, but to you, because you've always been my rock.

It's funny to think about how I found you when I wasn't even looking. I never imagined that I needed someone like you in my life until you were already there, leaving a mark so deep that I couldn't imagine my world without you. You came into my life so effortlessly, yet you changed it completely.

I knew you had a place in my heart when I started to look forward to seeing you every single day at school. If I didn't see you, I missed you. I never had a person like that before—a person whose absence felt like something was missing from my day. In fact, I used to hate attention; I'd always keep my head down, blending into the background. But you saw me, and more than that, you taught me how to see myself.

You showed me how to love myself. It wasn't an overnight thing, but little by little, I started to believe it—believe that I was worthy of love, especially my own. And it was all because of you. I guess we never realize how frozen we are until someone starts to melt the ice.

Leo, I love you with every beat of my heart, with every fiber of my being. You are my home, my constant, my everything. There are no words that can fully capture the depth of what I feel for you, but I'll spend every day of our lives together trying to show you.

I love you, Leo Smith. Happy anniversary.

Forever yours,

Annie Smith