Dear Bub,

That sparkly thing on my hand is not for me.

It is for you.

You are the one who believes in us truly, deeply. Although I have known for a while. For a long while. It was you who I waited for: to approach me, but then to decide that you loved me enough to spend each day in one another's thoughts, dreams, fears--in person--and in heart.

I'm so glad you finally chose me, Bub.

Love, the one.