Dear you; Love, me.

Dear you,

I am so sorry for being awful at communicating at times.

I hate that it is such a flaw of mine.

At times, it is easier for me to write

Because I cannot hesitate in what I am saying.

I can type away my thoughts and emotions,

Knowing that no one may see or hear what I write.

However, in this case, I am very much writing this for you.

I messed up by allowing myself to get stuck;

Stuck in my over-analyzing prison of a mind last night,

And I am so sorry I did that.

Like I said, we all have pasts;

And those times are called “pasts” for a reason –

They are behind us, and that is where they will stay and always be.

It is pointless to delve into them

Because they are meant to be left alone and moved on from.

I am so sorry I lost sight of that for a moment.

As I have said before, I am debilitatingly insecure at times and that is,

Again, a flaw of mine.

You make me feel better though; you make me feel worth it.

You make me so astonishingly happy.

Thank you.

You often ask me to “promise” when I say, “I love you,”

So I want to put what I feel into written words

Because I never want you to doubt how much I love you.

I love you so much that it scares me sometimes;

Scares me in the sense that the thought of not having you cripples me,

To the point of nausea because I swell up with so much emotion.

What I mean is that I love you so much –

More than you can imagine.

You are everything to me;

I do not know what I would do without you.

I wish I could hug you and kiss you more than anything right now.

I hate whenever I am not with you,

And I treasure every second I am with you.

So, never question how much I love you;

Because I promise you, I will only continue to love you more and more.

Send me a sign in the stars to let me know you hear me.

I know you are still here.

Love,

me.