THEY WERE HERE BEFORE US.
Before the roads.
Before the buildings.
Before the chainsaws.
There were forests here.
There were quiet trails.
There were animals raising their young, searching for food, and simply living.
They never asked us to share their home.
We took it anyway.
I love my man on a somewhat absurd level, completely without explanation. I'm a fan of him, an admirer of him, and I'm proud of him. I love his smile, his voice,his way, his quirks, and even the little things that probably only I notice. But above all, I love his soul.