Pooja, I don't think you realize what you do to me. This month I've learned so much about you, and about me. About how I want to be loved. You show me I can be loved in ways I never even knew existed before. You do so many little things that make me fall even more in love with you. Like how you noticed I like to feed you the first bite, and now you do it to me. The picture cards, the chocolate protein milk (even though I know you won't want to kiss me after I drink it), those yummy harvest snap chips, hugging me so tight, showing me your favorite dal makhani. I've never had anything like this. That deck of cards you made me is literally the best thing I've ever received. I hope you know that. I loved coming to Bombay to see you, thank you for making time for me on your family trip and taking me around. Even though I was so sick, being with you made everything okay. I realize as long as I have you I have everything. I feel so certain about my time with you. I don't know what the future holds, but I know I want to face it with you. I feel your love in every conversation, every thought I have of you, every time I see your face. You're always with me. This is just month one. I can't wait for the rest. I love you.