Another Love Letter...Another Week Past.

I am so antsy to hear your voice… I’m trying to make a mental list of everything I’m going to say to you, but when it comes down to it none of it is important; none of it matters – except this: “I love you, I’m in love with you, and I pick you.”
Life is hard for both of us now – but when it all boils down to the bottom line, that’s the only thing that matters. When I go to sleep at night, in my head you’re laying next to me, the last thought of the night, the first of the morning. My mind is on you, and how blessed I am to be able to spend my life with the love of my life, and the man I’ve had a crush on (oh, who am I kidding – a BURNING passion for) since I was 16. I can’t wait to have you to myself. I can’t wait to be with you, and belong to you for good. I’ve found that I’ve relaxed into our love, and found it very comfortable. I was finally in the right place in the right time – and found you, a discovery which still amazes me. It wasn’t just surprise at the chemistry that was still there 5 years later – it was surprise that what was there was so much more than just chemistry. We didn’t find lust, in the form it was when we were teenagers, it wasn’t just being in love, the form I know we’re in now, it was love – a love that will last until the end and beyond. It means the world to me to hear you say things like what you did about your Grandpa, and the fact that he still goes to have lunch with your Grandma every day. You said you’d do the same thing, and we’d still be in love, just like they are, in 80 years. I find it amazing you’d want to put up with me for 80 years, but it was exactly what I wanted to hear. My biggest fear is losing all the people I love and winding up alone. My biggest fear is losing you. Knowing that we’re going to be one of those cute old couples that still holds hands and steals kisses and you still pinch my ass when I’m 90…is all I’ve ever wanted, and I’ve never wanted it with anyone but you. The fact that you see the same future, and want that with only me, means more to me than I can explain. It is the epitome of what I keep saying to you – when you told me that, I realized that you pick me, too.