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Love is easy. Ask me what my conclusion from this past year is, and that's what I'll say. Love is easy. It took a while to realize it, but I did. For so many years, so many, many years, I thought love is too hard for me. A battle I could never win. A war lost before it began. A job I do not have the skills for.
He taught me otherwise. Taught me that when you love someone, when you really love someone and don't just tell yourself you do, it's easy. You've got love and it's far more than many people have. And it helps you through. It gets you through fights with the family, it gets you through even the hardest days at work, it gets you through the worry for your son, and it gets you through any anger he awakes in you.
Love is easy. That's what he taught me this year. And he taught me to show love, which is even harder than feeling it. And he taught me to talk. This is why now, after I've finished writing him a three pages letter, I throw it away and call him over from the kitchen. This time, I'm not afraid to say it all out loud.