Baby, we have never been closer to being truly together. Even a few years ago both of us still had just a bit more growing to do. And now we’re here, at the edge, staring at a wonderful future, we just need to will our feet forward that last step. 

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.

This is how I see us in the near future. 

Pieces are what I have; a text, a call, an email, a weekend… I love the pieces. I love the pieces to pieces, but I want the whole. There’s so much for me to learn about you. Even spending such a short time with you made me understand that there’s so much more to you, both good and bad, but we will learn and grow together. 

I get that you are conflicted about seeing me, making plans with me, etc, but baby I need to know if you’re still in. I don’t mean into seeing me at the end of this month. I mean you and me running off into the sunset (more like driving off with a shit-load of your things). Spidey sense is tingling. I’m planning my life around it and keeping the bitches at bay, waiting for my love to be with me. You are my love, and I am waiting because I must. 

And as best as I can comprehend the situation you are in, I’d like you to think a little bit about the one I am in. I’m waiting for a girl for months who may or may not end up with me, not allowing any other woman to get into my heart, all the someone else is having sex with her. I just want you to know it’s tough on my side of the fence as well. 
   
 

Seeing your face stirs something in me. I want us to be together. This waiting is torture. If we’re still in this purgatory by my birthday, I’m driving out there, knocking on your door, and taking you away with me. Period. I won’t wait one day longer. And you know I will. I hope it happens before then.  
  

Every day is 50 hours without you. If you hadn’t lived through it as well, I’d say that you have no idea how this feels. Our souls are dying to rejoin (not to mention our bodies).  

I asked if you were having second thoughts. What a stupid question. You would be insane not to have third and fourth thoughts. But I hope, after your trip away with him, that you still want to marry me. And by the way, another reason why I know that I love you… I literally go insane if I don’t hear from or see you. I miss your face too much. X

Why do I love you?  There are easy reasons I could tell you now, which may sound cliché, but the simplest answer, the one that can not be escaped no matter how far apart we are or how much time goes by, is that I just feel it in my bones.  I miss you and want you here with me now.   Let’s end this waiting and start the beginning.  I hope you’re having a absolutely horrible time on your holiday without me.  XO

Honey, it makes me so happy that you’re in my life.  My heart feels almost whole knowing that you’re heart beats for me again.  I love you…  I really do.   I can go a day or so running around, working on the house, out with friends, not thinking about anything serious, but as soon as I stop to ponder there you are, staring back at me with deep love in your eyes.  You don’t say anything (but then again you often don’t), but your eyes smile at me, lightly moist with happiness.  Questions also arise… How do we do this?  When do we do this? Is the bathroom going to be a disaster?  Questions…  but more talking will bring answers.  FaceTime tomorrow or this weekend, OK?   XO