How Complicated!

How does everything get so complicated? I'm not sure, most of the time I think we complicate things ourselves. This is a letter Lyle wrote to me after we had only been together for two weeks. Goes from this to me moving out. Still loving him and always the romantic, but learning for the first time that sometimes love isn't everything. I wish it was, just like the fairytales.

It was Valentines Day and I asked him to write his feelings on paper and I did the same.

You make me happy.
You have a beautiful personality.
When I touch you, you make me feel good all over.
You make me laugh.
You spoil me.
Your beautiful.
I want to spend all my time with you and it aches when you're not around.
I want to be better than I am
You don't hold it against me, the fact that I am not perfect and that I make mistakes.
Your dimples (ha ha).
You accept me for who I am.
You see the difficulties of the last 2 weeks as an aberration instead of the norm and don't hold it against me.
You believe in me.
I can be myself and you are comfortable with me.
I can do my things and I don't have to do what you want.
We can be comfortable being in the same room together even if we are doing separate things.
I want to be with you forever.

Wow. Two weeks in, it actually remained this way until the last two years when his mental illness got worse or when he gave up. Well, he will always be the ONE I actually let past the walls with the barb wire that surround my heart. I will always love him.