You know how they say out of the ashes we'll rise? Well, out of the ashes I rose with you - my own Asha, who provided hope and belief and joy, just as your name signifies.
I felt the connection from that very first moment we met, like sitting before me was a fellow old soul, a friend with some past connection in life I had been waiting for. Your words felt like truth and your friendship during that particular time when we met felt like the only source of life and inspiration in a creek bed that felt dry as hell.
You've taught me generosity, both in time, heart, and resources. You've taught me the beauty of speaking slow, of following your dreams and living and breathing and speaking from your soul. You've shown me what it's like to continuously evolve, to continuously pursue new dreams and new passions and new joys in life. You've stretched my horizon lines and encouraged me to pursue what my heart is telling my head, no matter how many excuses the head may have in return. You're a wellspring of peace and calm - you have been from the beginning - and of all the things I'm thankful for about our time spent in Atlanta, you're at the very top of the list.
Thank you & I love you.