My dearest Parmis,
Before you, I didn't know silence could be so tender,
or that a single moment could hold an entire lifetime.
You are the poetry I never knew how to write —
the quiet dawn after a long night.
I vow to cherish every second we've been given,
to count each day not as a number,
but as a treasure. From that first 4:00 AM
to the endless horizons ahead —
my heart is, and always will be, yours.
— with all the love that exists —