Honey my honey… It’s getting very near the time to shit or get off the pot. I know (and you know) that he’s not the man for you.  A safe life, an easy life, a life that’s predictable with a man who’s not whom you truly want (with small-to-average junk to boot) isn’t the life for you. I know we have history, good and bad, but you shouldn’t need convincing of those facts. It is possible that the person I see, I know, I believe to be you isn’t that person at all, though I’m betting my heart and future that I’m right, that I know you inside and out, that we are connected on a such a profound level that our thoughts and hearts can barely go a day without wishing the other near. And time is against us, as it moves on, and we get older, and the life we can have together gets shorter. You’re right about the dishonesty in seeing each other. I wouldn’t choose to see you under these circumstances at all, but I feel that if I leave it to blogging and texting you’ll become sedentary and/or complacent and possibly stop striving for your dream, our dream, assuming that is what you want. If I had any vote at all I would say you should tell him that there’s no future. He will probably pop the question some day soon, and then what?  Do you accept?  Do you decline?  If you would accept then spare me the pain and the time and tell me. If you would decline then why wait if it will end worse for both of you.  That’s my .02 at the moment. I’m sure I’ll have more thoughts on the matter.  I look forward to speaking with you tomorrow, my love.