To My Love,

My Dearest JC,

I love you. I love you more than I can fathom myself or the world can comprehend. Before I met you, I didn’t understand what it meant to yearn, to long for someone so intensely. You became the capital font of all my desires and dreams, the centerpiece of my heart’s deepest cravings.

These feelings, my love, are not mere emotions; they are haunting melodies coursing through my veins, an unending flow of longing and despair. I once thought I understood love, but I realize now how naive I was. Even now, I cannot claim to fully grasp what love is.
But in this moment, love to me is agony—a deep, searing pain that reverberates through my body. Yet, I cannot curse this pain, for it is a gift born of my love for you, a love for which I am grateful.

How lucky I am to have known this kind of love, the kind I had only read about and...