To My Dearest Heart • July 29th, Our Day

My Most Beloved,

written by trembling hands on this 28th day of July, 2025

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Today hath been most trying, my darling heart. The very air seemed thick with tribulation, and I confess, my spirits were much vexed. Yet as I sit here in the quiet of evening, penning these words by laptop light, I am reminded that tomorrow— our sacred tomorrow—marks twenty-three months since first our souls became entwined officially.

July 29th

♦ Our Day ♦

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What a curious path we have wandered, dearest! Through tempests that might have scattered lesser souls, through valleys where doubt whispered its poison, through gardens where joy bloomed wild and untamed. Each trial, I now perceive, was but Providence preparing our hearts for deeper communion.

*scribbled frantically*

How you looked at me through tears...

*ink smudged*

Still here. Still choosing us.

your laugh in morning light

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whispered secrets at midnight

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the way you say my name

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I have discovered, through much contemplation and no small measure of wonder, that love is not merely the absence of strife, but the presence of choice. Daily, hourly, we choose each other anew. In anger, we choose patience. In weariness, we choose tenderness. In uncertainty, we choose faith.

Let us, on this morrow of celebration...

☀️ Our Morning & Afternoon

Let us begin with the delicate artistry of sushi, each piece a small perfection we shall savor together. I long to watch your eyes light up at that first bite, to share quiet laughter over our chopstick clumsiness.

🌙 Our Evening & Night

As twilight embraces us, we shall uncork a bottle of white wine, draw deeply from our finest cigars, and lose ourselves in conversation. Then, curled together, we'll watch the final episode of our beloved series—the perfect ending to our perfect day.

Will you spend this day of days with me, my darling?

XXIII

months of becoming

months of learning

months of loving

Until my very last breath draws from these lungs, until the stars themselves grow cold and distant, I shall remain...

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Your most devoted,
Henry't

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◊ Composed in the year of our Lord 2025 ◊
Being a most personal epistle of love, crafted with trembling hands
and overflowing heart for the twenty-third month of our union
※ All sentiments herein contained belong wholly to us ※

To Our Sacred Tomorrow!