Dearest,

I think you're great. I think that meeting you was all fate was good for and this thing between us is the best decision I have ever made.

I find the days both longer and shorter with you. Longer when I yearn for your voice, your ideas, your unboundable arms when you tell your stories, your laugh, the glint in your eyes when you pretend to be poised.

Shorter when they're all there for me to enjoy and more since you're there too. And I bask in your warm light and pull you close when the clouds roll. Whenever the time to go draws nearer I keep wishing for five more minutes then five more minutes then five more, just to see if this moment would stretch 'till eternity. It doesn't. So I pull you close and inhale your scent, caress your face, kiss you, just to imprint you on me, and I on you. This way I get to keep something of yours when I leave for the day. I hope you think the same but I never told you this in fear you'd look at me all sappy. Then I'd melt, and probably meld myself to your home in any way I can which actually doesn't seem too bad. But Alas a corporeal form is required to hold and be held to protect and feel protected. I wouldn't get to glare at my other competitors if I was a puddle of goo, you see. But if you'd swim in my love, I guess I wouldn't mind.

God! Am I really debating the pros and cause of this? Do you realize how you make me mad then again a puddle may not be required at all.

I am afraid the essence of this letter have slipped against better judgment, you see. I don't just think you're great. I think you're amazing wonderful, awe inspiring. I think of you a ot you see and I think I am in love with you.

I hope to see you the soonest.

Sincerely,
Yours

© Drei A.