Nic,
I know you're not into the whole mushy romance thing, and I have my moments of it probably more often than you care for. I also know that I harp on how unimportant Valentine's Day is when you should be doing nice things for your loved ones every day of the year. It shouldn't just be consolidated into one cliche day each year. But then there's the cliche side of me who is demanding I write this despite all of that. You'll never know just how much I love you, and it's an incredible amount. I consider myself so lucky to be by your side and have you in my life, and for you giving me a second chance even though I said no the first dozen times. Thank you for never giving up on me and for never looking back. I can't even begin to tell you how much you mean to me because I can't accurately put it into words. I fall in love with you every day all over again. The way your voice sounds in the morning or when you flash that sleepy smile at me, the little swaying on your feet that you do when you've been drinking. You're everything I never knew I needed but now cannot imagine living without. Our lives are about to change drastically, but we'll be okay. We can get through anything as long as we do it together. I love you.