Letters To Burn
2018-05-05 10:29:22 (UTC)

Number Seven

It’s 6:30 AM. I slept for about 4 hours. Now I’m sitting here listening to the rain fall. I probably should try to get some more sleep but I can’t seem to rest. I’ve always been the kind of guy who tried to view the world in practical terms. I’m a married man. I have a son. I have a job. I own a home. My son is my life. The only thing in my day-to-day that really keeps me going. You’re a wonderful mother. Watching you with your daughter is one of the sweetest things I can imagine. Love manifests itself in so many ways. To watch you at the park and see you in a different setting, I can’t describe how it made my heart feel. There’s a million times that I should have told you just how special you are. I imagine a life with you far away from here...
A life where we can have that campfire.
A life where we can have that feeling of calm when we wake up next to each other.
I realize how deep this love runs and it makes me ache at all the time that has slipped away. Regardless of what the future holds, I know my purpose in life was to love you. And I will. And maybe someday you will really know it. I want to hear you sing a song and I want to pretend it’s just for me. Your voice. Oh your voice. The way you talk, our conversations are the moments that I replay the most in my head. The sheer exhilaration of getting a peak inside that beautiful mind , to hear stories and to hear about your days makes me feel connected to you,and always leaves me craving for another 5 minutes,another 10 minutes. Minutes become hours. You’re why I can’t sleep. But I wouldn’t trade it at all. Attraction also has so many levels. The on the surface stuff is easy I think. Anyone would look at you and fall under your spell. That’s human nature when you see a beautiful woman. But that’s only the beginning. All these years later, and I’m still seeing different sides of you,different emotions, and I want to experience more with you. I try not to look back on time as wasted...I try to think more about today and tomorrow. I hope. I wait. I don’t know what I expect. But when my eyes are closed, you’re all I see. Maybe I don’t sleep because I dream while awake now. I’m crazy I guess.