Happy Birthday, Matt

My life changed on June 26, 1986.

I was five years old and on the other side of the world, my Matt finally made his appearance in the universe.

I had been waiting.

My life became infinitely better that day, because my other half was in the world.

And it would continue to get better because oceans and miles and kilometers and continents wouldn’t stop us from finding each other, and it won’t stop us from being together, because I was born for him and he was born for me, and I can’t imagine my universe without Matthew Medway in it.

I don’t know how I got so lucky to be with a man who is infinitely patient. Overwhelmingly kind. When he laughs, I laugh, and when I cry, he cries. He is the antithesis for all my faults: when I am wound up too tight, he unravels me. When I am too scattered, he pulls me back in. He calms me down when I’m upset, he listens when I talk, he laughs at my bad jokes, he defends me when I don’t know how to protect myself.

I honestly don’t know what I’d do without him, and he is with me every day, in my thoughts, in my heart, in my ear. People say that long distance relationships don’t work but I know we are stronger than that, because our physical separation is only temporary. We’ve spent our lives searching for each other and there is no way we are letting go now that we’ve been discovered.

I love you Matthew Medway, and I will always celebrate your birthday as one of the best days of my life.