Letters to you;
December 3, 2011
Dearly Beloved,
We are in no way, shape or form gathered here today to witness the spell bounding love that has been built upon the last 2,602 days we’ve confessed ourselves to one another. Well, shall I speak for only myself when I say that..
Instead 2,602 days later I am hoping for one last shred of evidence that love still exists between us. Is the only thing pulling us together the financial security and informal closeness between us? More than anything do I want to close all open gaps between us. Become intertwined in every earthly, spiritual and scientific way possible. I want the love I have with you to be something fawned upon by onlookers and hoped for by the casualties of heartbreak. Now something I seem to be struggling with is the knowledge of your intentions; whether they be cruel, captivating or mutual.
One thing that is for certain is that I want to love you. I want and in every way, need a connection with you. A connection that we have not yet seen in our lives. I felt that was already achieved but little did I know there is more. More then to ever be imagined. Your fingerprints cover my soul.
It’s like drowning I would imagine. Having the breathe, the life, pulled out of you. In those final seconds, seeing everything that made your life special flash before your eyes. Scanning through the images, hoping and praying to God, and afraid of loosing everything. Out of 7 billion people, I chose you and you chose me.
I fear that this may be the end of something that would have been one of a kind. A genuine love that many of us are unable to find with each other. Something that would have been magical and free to run wild under the stars.
