The core of who you are, if you could be stripped and distilled into a geometric shape, would be an equilateral triangle composed of intellect, compassion, and physical affection.

You think about the world and about your place in it. You don’t crumble when I challenge your perceptions and your ideas, but neither do you hold to them when they don’t stand to reason and evidence. You challenge my perceptions and ideas when you have reason to believe that they should be challenged. Your intellect earns my respect.

You feel outside your self. You see suffering and injustice, and what you see affects you. You are moved—to tears, to rage, to action, to change, to grow. You are kind and generous, and you want the world to be a better place. Your compassion earns my love.

You like to touch and be touched as an expression of love. You want me to hold your hand when we’re in public; you want hugs and cuddles; you love the most intimate union of our bodies when we have sex. Your physical affection earns my devotion.

There is unbound beauty in the symmetry of your personal geometry, the triangular shape of your soul, and I will wear this symbol of you on my skin as surely as I wear it upon my heart.