I'm scorched.
By the torrid summer sun and by my love for you. I hope the latter does not leave me feeling burnt.
At this moment, at this point in time, I'm not feeling so good. About myself, you know.
That I have you is a wonder. That you are there to be spoken to, to ask 'Is everything alright?', to hold, to love, to nurture-- that is a wonder indeed.
I love writing (so I thought I'd write you this short letter).
If God were to put all the world's most accomplished, choicest men in front of me, I'd tell him: "But I won't find another him (you)!"
I don't know how far the road is ahead. Neither can I gauge its length.
But I know that as long as I have you, I have YOU-- A beautiful person with a heart so warm and with thoughts so profound that anybody could be touched.
Thanks sweety for your lovely love.
Thanks for your companionship.
And thanks for being there.
Thanks for bringing meaning into my existence.
Thank you for all the little ways you make me feel special.
Thanks for being you. May not a spot tarnish what makes you so beautiful.
Love,
Me.
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