For nine months you have been lying to your parents, sneaking around to see me. For nine months I have let you, have hated you for it, have loved you for it. For nine months, I have loved you with my whole heart. It doesn’t feel like it has been nine months. It doesn’t feel like it has been nine days. Throughout everything, you have been there for me. You have loved me, supported me, taken care of me, held me. And I have done my best to do the same for you.
When your parents found out, they took away so much. They took away almost all of our times and ways to communicate. They took away our ability to be alone. Should I feel bad that we lie more? I can’t. I don’t. I love you.
Darling, you drive me crazy. I hate you for making me love you the way I do. I hate you for not seeing that it is because I love you that I struggle so much with missing you. Because I love you, I will wait. I will wait for the day you’re allowed to be with me. I will wait for the day your parents give you permission. I will wait for the day I can once again run to your arms. The day you kiss me until I’m breathless the way only you do, and spin me and cradle me in your arms.
On the other side of the glass, watching you interact with your family, I am waiting. Waiting for the day you break it down and bring me into the life you share with your family. I know you will. So many people said you wouldn’t. So many people still do. But they don’t know what I know. They don’t know you love me. They don’t know your parents know you love me. They don’t know your parents won’t let you because they don’t want you to get hurt. But I know it, darling. I know you love me. I know that I love you. That love will be enough to see us through this.