Happy six months, Lola.

Six months ago, I had no idea how much better my life was about to become.

Somehow, between the laughs, the little moments, the conversations, and the way you make even ordinary days feel special, you became one of my favorite parts of life.

I know things have felt a little weird lately. You have been completely focused on school, and I know that is where your time and energy need to be right now. I really do understand that, and I admire you for it more than you know.

But I also want you to know that the small pieces of free time you still choose to share with me mean the world to me. Those moments may seem little, but to me, they feel like everything.

I know I have not been perfect lately. I think I got scared because we have not been connecting throughout the day the way we used to before clinicals started. That change made me feel like maybe we were drifting, and because I care about you so much, I did not always handle that fear the right way.

Being in love with you has made me feel vulnerable in a way I am still learning how to understand. It is scary to care about someone this deeply, because love gives another person the power to make your whole day brighter or make your heart feel heavy. But I think that is part of what makes love so real. You trust someone with the softest parts of you and hope they hold them gently.

And even with the weirdness, even with the busy days, even with the moments where I get in my own head, I want you to know this:

I am really, really happy that you came back into my life.

And I am grateful for every laugh, every conversation, every quiet moment, and every little piece of time I get with you.