A letter I’ll hand-write for you when I find you.
My dear love
I’ve waited too long for you to even remember how long. And oh how I have longed to sit in your arms, under the shade of a tree and see the sun go down.
I haven’t thought of sweet names to call you. I do want to tell you many things.
I searched for you in different people – which was pathetic – because they were not you. I had a picture of you in my head which was mostly based on the movies we see and the books we read. I often wondered if you’d look like this guy I saw in the office or that guy I met at the store. All I knew is that you’d treat me right baby. And you do. Every single bit.