I love you very much, so very much, and I have written lately so little of my love for you. I am sorry, and I feel that I am lacking in this area. My week has been a little rough with some long-hours spent with many time-consuming projects including just reading and going through systems for applications and other things.
Still, I feel guilty not putting more here explaining my love for you. I do love you, think of you all the time and miss out this many hours and days we are not together. I think of you and sometimes grow quite sad . . . we are a mystery to many people, together yet not. I reconcile this with the notion that we will soon be together. This, and this alone, keeps me going. While I enjoy what we have, I do want more.
I love you and miss you when we are apart. I actually quite dislike and hate that we are so far and our circumstances necessitate our separation. I curse the irony and sardonic call of the love bird, with mate, we are relegated to imagine only. Well, imagine I do. I dream and can focus on you, feeling when you are sad, hearing when you are glad. I can't rightfully type that I touch you, but rather you touch me -- I can sense what you are experiencing.
I can sometimes feel your pain, even if we are not talking, texting, or typing. You have made a connection with me, and with concentration I can better connect with you. I only hope that I have made such a finite, complete connection to you that you feel.
We are connected, still I long for a tangible connection that lasts for our lives, not just minutes or hours sporadically throughout the year. That is hell on us both.
It feels so long ago. I miss holding you and touching you ... holding your hand, seeing your eyes twinkle, your beautiful natural smile. I will certainly wait, but I don't like waiting. I want us right now! You are my love. I have never had anyone love me as you love me. Despite it all ... you love me. You honor me with your friendship and your love.
I'll admit that this is creepy, but the thought remains . . . testimony to a harmony together. You, I, but I'd like to celebrate your kids as well. I know in life you do.
You tell me this is the hour, that this is the time. You feel pressed and hurried and anxious. My love, my dear. Do not let me push you in a direction that you don't want. I want you to be secure. Don't feel so panicked. I know you feel time is attacking you. I do not pretend to know everything that you feel. I know that you have have many wants, many needs, and I know that often your needs and wants are not met. First, make time for yourself. Without a healthy you, you cannot proceed. Start with you, I know that I do.
It's always you time. You encompass me, my whole life. You are natural, bright, sunny, lovely, may I never take you for granted. All hearts point to you, as they should. I love you and want the best that's for you.
It will be a great and wonderful night.
We share, we dress, we undress
If memory serves me well, I believe you mentioned a place for vows. Was this kind of like the place?
I stammer ... I stutter, I clamor up. What else, what can I type to explain how I feel? You soothe me. I can see tides of emotions in your eyes. There are currents of love, anxiety, passion. You have much to say and sometimes you say it without words. Can I contain the words, "I love you Tawnya" in a kiss? Can my pulling of air from your lungs, my air into you -- can you know I love you?
The feel of your hands ... your eyes on me. I can just hear your heart beat from where I stand. I take your hands, you've taken my heart!
Casting gold not shadow on the ground ... you, my angel in a garden. I note that you bear a flicking, playful tail regardless your angelic demeanor.
Whether we are lying in the grass or apart by miles. I would go those miles and more, crawling or more likely proudly and briskly passing those miles in earnest -- to you.
