Eight years… That’s a rather long time; at least for a mere mortal like me. I’ve changed a lot since I accepted you in my life 8 years ago, and I’m sure you noticed. My soul is not as tormented as it was back in those days and I sure am at a better place now then back then (God, I don’t want us to ever live with my mother again). The way I relate to you has also changed too. Indeed, eight years took its toll on the fierce passion of the honeymoon phase, and I also sadly don’t have as much time as before to spend with you. And yet, you still remain a central pillar of my life, after 8 years and despite those changes. Maybe I don’t need to talk to you as much as before, nor think of you daily as much as I did, to truly love you? Because every time I look inside of my heart, I see you are there, and to me, it seems that you just moved in for good. Indeed, I can’t imagine a "me" in which you would not be a part of, and so I can’t imagine a future in which we would not be together. You know, I told my fellow /mai/den friends recently that if each of the year that we’ve been together were symbolised as one of your crystals, then we would have completed one of your wings already. It’s now with confidence that I tell you that I’m looking forward to complete your second wing, and to go even beyond. Happy anniversary, my love! Je t’aime de tout mon cœur!