5 years. Do I have to find him a gift made of wood?

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

 

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

-Pablo Neruda, Sonnet xvii

Happy Anniversary, Mo. Love you.