Even though I never knew what love without conditions meant before you. My idea of love is pouring yourself into someone’s cup, but with you filled it without emptying your own. For years my love was a performance , a play preformed to feel worthy of praise. Agape is a word I am unfamiliar with, possibly due to a lacking relationship with a parental figure. However, you were patient and knowing, and taught me anyways. The ways you love, confuses my misconstrued perception and makes me see a home. And homesickness is an aliment I know too well.

Love, Matthieu