This is a letter of thanksgiving. For that day long ago when you walked into my life. For what I am because of it. And for what you continue to bring to my life.
In my loneliest hours, I have the memory of you to comfort me. When I am beat down and cast aside, when I feel there is no affection left in my life, I think of you. Of how well you loved me. I remember what it feels like to be with you, the tenderness in your eyes when you look at me, the way your face lights up whenever I make you laugh.
And just like that, my mood shifts from despair to gratitude. The sadness of being bereft of sentiment is replaced by the realization of how fortunate I am to have tasted life with you in it. All the emptiness inside is filled with the memory of our endless affair. And then it is enough for me. I can go on, knowing that somehow, my cup still manages to be filled because once upon a time, you claimed me as yours.
For that, I will always be grateful. Because of you, I will always have love in my life.