January 6

These last couple of months have been rough for me. I've come home crying, I've cried myself to sleep. I've questioned so many aspects of my life. Through it all, he's listened. He's cried. He's worked twice as hard. He never flinched. He's loved me through it all. He's seen me at my worst. I've seen him in a different light. He reminds me that in our darkest hours, there we are. Together. Walking side by side. This weekend is a rough one for us. He knew just what to say, when words weren't necessary and when I just needed him to play with my hair while I sobbed on his lap. I love you Alfonso.