It’s Saturday, and I’ve been away since Monday. I’m coming home tomorrow, and I miss you. As I sit here, high above the streets of Omaha, Nebraska, I’m thinking about us. I know you’re sleeping right now, and I wanted to take this time, when it’s very quiet, to write you a letter.
If we were a normal couple, I’d tell you that when I met you a few years ago I never pictured where we’d be today. But that would be a lie, and we’re not a normal couple.
Instead, when I met this slightly-offbeat, video-game-loving, music-passionate nerd girl a few years ago, I saw a future with her. That future looked different in some ways than the reality that we have today, but the biggest parts are the same.
We have, by everyone else’s standards, the strangest relationship that could ever exist. But by our standards, life is pretty much perfect. I’m thankful every single day that I have you in my