This letter couldn't be opened.

If time is a river that carries all things into forgetfulness, your hand in mine has been the anchor that defies every current. Before you walked into my world, poetry was only words upon cold marble; today, every beat of my heart is an unspoken stanza shaped entirely in your grace. I watch the soft dusk gather across the rooftops, and in every hue of violet and amber, I see the tenderness you bring into the quietest moments of my days. Thank you for making love feel not like a battlefield to be conquered, but an open sanctuary where the weary soul may rest and bloom without fear. Whatever the seasons demand of our mortal frames, know that my heart belongs irrevocably and unconditionally to you, now and across every life we are granted to share.