You saved me from my worst enemy,
myself.
And as the time passed you drew out parts of me I hadn’t seen for years. You unearthed the fossils of giddy feelings I hadn’t felt since I was a young child, unaware of how cruel this world could be. What I was doing wasn’t living; it was worse than being dead, but you resurrected me.
We were just friends at first, but eventually, somehow, we’ve become something more. You won my heart with dorky smiles and stupid jokes, and I will never regret losing my heart to you.
You became the Cas to my Dean, the John to my Sherlock, and most of all, the significant to my other.
We both know about the darkness that still lurks within me, though we don’t talk about it. But there is an unspoken promise that you will be there to hold me when I cry, and put the pieces back together when I break. You’ll be there to help me fight my battles.
You, by just being you, helped me conquer something before it pushed me to a place of no return. And with your smiles and your hand in mine we plant new seeds in a scorched forest. We start anew in the good, the bad, and the just okay.
For after all, you are my significant.
With a love that is too immense to be justly expressed,
Other.