For Aida

I choose you.

Not by chance, not by habit. Out of everyone in the world, I choose you — and I would choose you again tomorrow, and every day after that.

You are beautiful in a way a mirror can't explain. Stunning when you laugh, stunning when you're quiet, stunning when you aren't even trying. I notice all of it.

I love you, Aida. I appreciate you. My dearest love — you are mine, and I am glad of it.

Yours, always — Bohdan