Monday, July 23, 2012

Four Hundred and Eighty-One

Dear Callumz,

Last night was incredible...hearing you and talking and laughing with you never ceases to bring sunshine to a stormy day.

Mentioning you today to a good friend, she said she was jealous of the strength of our relationship. Our ability to remain the closest of friends with the addition of a committed relationship is uncommon, let alone having all this while in two parts of the world.

You are one on six billion, and in four hundred and eighty one days, you'll see just how much that means to me.

Because it means one hell of a lot.

Love always,
Kaiteh.

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  1. Dear Kaiteh,

    You're the black swan.
    The statistical anomaly.
    The thing that shouldn't exist.
    Because you're supposed to be impossible.
    Because nothing is perfect.
    But you've proven it all wrong.
    You're right here.
    With me.
    Perfect.

    Always.

    Love,
    Callumz.

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    1. Dear Callumz,

      I could never be anything besides perfect with you. You make me wish to be nothing else in order to make you happy; you make me the best I can be.

      You are the minority; the one entirely trustworthy person for me in this whole wide universe; and the next.

      Love always,
      Kaiteh.

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