A love letter to self

It is not her birthday or valentines day or anything else, but it is rather more important because it is just another day.

It is just another day and she is still with me. She is always with me, be that in her strength, or weakness, courage or cries, love or indifferences, laughter or even a complete breakdown. She is the most incredible women I will ever know and fortunately I have known her forever.

How do I tell her, how much I love and depend on her. I depend on her wit to cheer me up on the most difficult days, I depend on her strength to rebuild as the world around me crumbles down because I have seen her tenacity. I know, she never gives up on people she loves and cares for. She will never leave me and neither will I.

Because, we are one and the other.

After being your toughest critic and the mean voice within your head for years, after pushing you through the edges making you strive for constant perfection, I truly and completely accept you for being who you are.

The incredible, the beautiful, my one and only, self.

I love you.