When you discount how I feel or what I'm saying to you with quips like, "I think you're being dramatic" or by trying to solve everything as if it's some problem on your plate to fix, you make me wish I had never come to you in the first place with whatever I wanted to pour out. You show me that you're not actually the person I can talk to about anything anymore. I end up feeling more alone than I felt before I started trying to talk.

There are times when each of us is doing our own thing, busy in our own ways, and it kind of makes me feel like we're all so separate and so alone, but those times are always punctuated with us all coming together again and loving each other and spending time as a family - times when all is right with the world.

Every day, you go about your day, and I go about mine, and I realize how much I miss you. Like today, for example. I was doing laundry, and washing our bedding. I had just put the sheets back on the bed, and was walking out of our room, and realized how much of 'us' surrounds us. It made me miss you. Which, yes, yes, I realize its silly considering I was going to be seeing you again a few hours, but it didn't change anything. I miss you when you're gone, even when its something as trivial as work that takes you away.

Our family is so full, and so chaotic, and so amazing, but I crave all those little moments you and I try to steal for ourselves. I miss my lover, and I miss my best friend. I miss the one who makes my life even more real and genuine than I am able to make it myself. I miss my partner and the one who still takes my breath away. I am so content. So happy, that I can't even find words to describe it. You are still my One.