I love you not because you are perfect, but because with you, imperfection feels like grace.
Tatiana, I love you. With the quiet of ordinary mornings. With the fire of every tomorrow I get to spend in your orbit. With everything I am, and everything I’m still becoming. tatiana i love you
The morning light doesn’t wake the room so much as it surrenders to it, spilling gold across the pillows. And there, in the center of that quiet glow, is Tatiana. I love you not because you are perfect,
