69 Days to Go

"Baby it's you.
You're the one I love,
You're the one I need,
You're the only one I see."
- Beyonce, Love on top

Every time I go away, I come back to you. And every time you leave, you pull me to you, or come back to my arms. It sounds like a maxim, but it's true, cuz you are home to me. I once told you about my concept of an anchor. That was back when I was starting out my career and needed one aspect of my life to be steady, to be the anchor against which I could build the rest.

Today, when my life is about to get intertwined with yours completely, I do want you to know that my definition, or way of looking at that has changed. You are still my anchor, but not because you are the one constant I can take while looking at other things. You are my anchor, my sense of stability in an increasingly turbulent ocean. Be it my parents, these wedding shenanigans, or the job change conversation that we’re having, you’re standing by me, and that has been my source of strength.

I know I have been a failure of a partner, especially with the wedding, all the way here in London instead of where you need me to be. But I promise to be your anchor, to put your career and life first, helping you fly, and there when you return, to hold you in my arms. I will have your back, hon, be it this PhD, or be it the practice you want to someday setup. I believe in you, and I recognize that the road is long – you will not have to walk it alone. I will be with you every step of the way.

Ps. Te Amo, Dia.