Since day one, it has been obvious that you are a hard working person. There is no way you are just an 18 kid with those achievements except that you are brilliant. I’m not just talking about materialistic achievements, but you looked different from the other teenagers. I know, you looked mature, someone who has seen a lot in this life, and has had experiences.

For me, I’ve been trying to improve myself since I was 16. I remember that at that age, I felt like I was the only one responsible for my life. The years from 16 to 19 were really heavy , especially 18, when I was trying to accept myself and understand who I am. I was alone in this journey. Sometimes I cried to my friends and family, but deep down I was still alone, lost, and weak.

When I think of that time and compare it to now, I see the difference. I’m growing, and I feel good about it. Now I have a supportive, kind person I love, who accepts me as I am and gently pushes me to become better. Growing with you is beautiful and so thoughtful. I’m growing while knowing that you are here for me, that you believe in me, that you see the good parts of me I’m still struggling to admit.

It’s the first time I’ve ever felt this way. I’m growing in the autumn, in soft and gentle weather, after years of growing in the winter cold and dry.

I’m so glad you are in my life, helping me, holding me, and making it possible for me to rely on you blindly trusting you more than I trust myself, knowing that you truly want me to become my best. I love you my dear.