Here is yet another letter to you, reminding you of how much I love you and need you and want you and miss you. In case you forgot sometime in the last five minutes and need to be reminded. Or in case I forgot that you won’t forget. Either way. I love you constantly. This is true. More true than anything I have learned in my life. Someone could tell me the sky is green and I would be all “okay whatever.” The only indisputable fact is that what we have is true love. I think it’s amusing when you try sarcastically to dispute it. You know, when it doesn’t break me down and make me cry.
The waiting is so hard. Even when I’m serene and I know that you will be waiting for me at the end of it. That we will get the future we have always wanted, a future together. Even when I am secure in that knowledge, the waiting is so difficult. I wonder if you are having such a difficult time or if your long years and different temperament make it somehow easier for you to wait and wait and wait and wait and wait until I have finally atoned to you.
I wish there was something I could do to lessen my sentence in this purgatory you have placed me so lovingly inside of. Time off for good behavior or something. I know it’s futile, but I hope you are keeping track. 0;]