I really do need to write these things down sometimes.

Here are the reasons why I love you, but I will not say I love you. Only the reasons.

Around christmas, in the fog of post relationship morosity and in a fever of spontaneous debates about philosophy, I came to know you.

I find it hard to be comfortable around people. I felt that way, at least. I have been nervous around people for most of my life. I have longed for something my whole life.

I had forgotten about childlike wonder and beauty. I had supressed a crazy sort of imagination and in its place were sex and anxiety.

You inspired something very old inside of me. A carefree wonder, an obliviousness. Asking stupid questions and being unafraid of people. Not caring about the things that do not matter. I have begun to feel the way I thought I should feel. I remember my childhood brain. I feel I am beginning to understand what has happened to me.

I have come to the greatest epiphany of my life, and it has settled all around me. I read Vonnegut or see Van gogh or read Feynmann and I see what it is I have been searching for. I see authenticity. I see the shadow of Truth.

I was inspired to this by your dedication to knowledge. To the truth of the Universe. Thank you.

And even if you were gone, this inspiration would never leave me. This is a beautiful place to be; it is a marvelous life that we have come into.