For PolyWolf
Jan. 25th, 2009 10:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
danaerisThree years. Three years of ups and downs. Three years of love and lust, missteps, and mistakes.
Three years of joy.
We've both grown and changed so much. I am so proud of you, of myself, of us. I'm grateful for how much you've given to me, and how much you've put up with. I'm grateful we've had the strength to make it through the rough spots -- it was worth it. It still is.
In another three years, I do not know what we will be. In another three years, I do not know who I will be. All I can say with certainty is that right here, right now, I want you in my life. I cannot imagine my life or my future without you.
I love you. My love for you is a constant, reassuring presence that brings me peace. And when I really think about the love we share, when I really let go, I feel a high note of pleasure spread across my breast like the ringing of a bell. I ride the crest of that feeling up, and up, until a thrill zips up the front of my neck and fireworks go off in my head. Oxytocin, dopamine, endorphins -- I could call those fireworks by many names. Today, I prefer the simplest: love.
Happy anniversary,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
polywolf
Three years of joy.
We've both grown and changed so much. I am so proud of you, of myself, of us. I'm grateful for how much you've given to me, and how much you've put up with. I'm grateful we've had the strength to make it through the rough spots -- it was worth it. It still is.
In another three years, I do not know what we will be. In another three years, I do not know who I will be. All I can say with certainty is that right here, right now, I want you in my life. I cannot imagine my life or my future without you.
I love you. My love for you is a constant, reassuring presence that brings me peace. And when I really think about the love we share, when I really let go, I feel a high note of pleasure spread across my breast like the ringing of a bell. I ride the crest of that feeling up, and up, until a thrill zips up the front of my neck and fireworks go off in my head. Oxytocin, dopamine, endorphins -- I could call those fireworks by many names. Today, I prefer the simplest: love.
Happy anniversary,
polywolf 
