Four Hundred and Eighty-Three

Dear Callumz,

Today we put everything out on the table. All our fears, all our worries, all our arguments. All our wants, all our needs, all our hopes. It's something I find difficult, especially with you, because I just don't want to say something that will wind up hurting you.

But in the end, after all the tears and anger I had at myself, it was worth it. I yelled and cried and prayed I wouldn't say something stupid...and I did, a few times. But we both know that we've come out stronger, each knowing what the other wants and understanding how to get there.

We may not have resolved every tiny detail in an afternoon. There are still plenty of kinks and bends to figure out. But we'll get there. We still have another four hundred and eighty three days.

Love always,
Kaiteh.