To: You
It is currently 12:37 in the morning, of course, and I'm thinking of you. I'm always thinking of you. There's hardly a thought that passes by when you aren't in my thoughts. I just want to make you happy; that's all I want, really. Although I may fear for the day that you may leave me, I cherish these moments I have now. I worry that you may fall out of love with me, but I live off the love you provide me with for now. You don't know how frightened I am that I'm going to wake up one day and you aren't going to love me anymore. I don't think I could handle that.
Sometimes I think back to all of the lonely nights spent wondering where you were. I tried to find you in a million guys who just weren't right. And then there you were. And I knew immediately that you were the one. You were the reason it never worked out with anyone else. The funny thing is, I spent countless hours dreaming of what you'd be like and I never could have imagined someone who makes me as happy as you do. You're my one and only and all I can do is hope that I'll always be yours.
The more I get to know you, the more you become a real, tangible human being. You are more than just a concept or a wildly fascinating dream. The most beautiful part of it is that through getting to know you, I can see God flowing through you, and I am convinced that you are actually as wonderful as I imagined. I don't know how or why, but you're in my life now, and I hope you stick around for a while. You are a blessing I thank God for every day. You exist and are part of me, in a way. We are very similar in a great number of things. Finally, I have someone with whom I can relate. I have learned to keep most of my interests away from the easily bored and distracted eye of others, but when I'm with you, things make sense, and I feel like I can finally let my hair down and experience intellectual stimulation I've been starved of for so long.
I worry at times that one day I'll stop writing about you, or I'll simply run out of words to describe the importance of your existence in the world - and to me. I know no amount of paper and ink is enough to truly make you understand, I have to make you believe it. Maybe while I'm here and so long as my broken heart continues beating... I can spend the rest of our forever doing my best to do so.
My heart longs to tell you how I feel towards you. I wish I could tell you just how much you have touched me. Just how much you have taught me. Just how much you've made me happy. Just how when you hold me, my body tingles. Just how when you smile at me, it touches my heart in such a way that no one else can ever come close to. Just how the way you love me makes me want to be a better person. Just the way I want nothing more than to be able to hold you everyday of my life, and how that alone would be enough. But, I can't tell you all these; the way I truly feel them, because there aren't enough words in this world that can truly explain just how I love you.
It is now 1:07 in the morning, of course, and I'm thinking of you. I have yet to become tired but perhaps if I think of you laying beside me, I will begin to sleep. I just want you to know that these words are for you and they hold a part of me.
