Our Love

My Baby, I have wanted to write to you for some time now, but I have been unsure what to say, searching for the right words. I guess I just want to say thank you. Thank you for listening to both my stories and bad singing without complaint. You put up with my occasional rudeness and silence when I'm wrapped up in my own thoughts. You let me be myself, as crazy and nonsensical as I may be on any given day. You help me learn and grow everyday without even knowing it. You have given me a new appreciation for the smaller things in life while still encouraging my big dreams. Thank you for always being honest. Most of all thank you for being you, and loving me for me. You have a heart of gold and are one of the best people that I know. If sometime later from now you grow tired and weary of me, reread this letter and remember our love. Sincerely, Your Baby

Crackle

I say make me certain and you do just that. I hear your voice and melt instantly. I want to drop everything and run to you. The flame is growing.

Your Baby

Good morning Baby, I miss you today. I missed you yesterday. The question is will I miss you tomorrow? I let myself be vulnerable, let my guard down. You saw me cry, you made me cry. I do not know what tomorrow will bring although I wish that I did. I wish I could see forward, be forward, fast forward to where I want to be but will you be with me? Or will it be he? He who shall remain unnamed, unknown. I want you today but will I want you tomorrow? I hope that I will. I am not sure that I will be able to shake this feeling. The urge to drop everything and run to you. You have ignited a flame within me and it burns only for you, yet there is still this feeling of uncertainty. Make me certain, my baby. Make me certain. Love, Your Baby

Love by the Water

I have been wanting to write while watching the water for some time now. It is nice to hear the movement of the water, feel the breeze and watch the boats pass by. It is a beautiful day. I have been thinking a lot lately. I think about love, relationships, my relationship and what I want for myself and my family. I want so much. I expect so much. I wonder if I expect too much. Do I expect too much? Is my vision of love realistic? It seems as if I am searching for Mr. Perfect when that person simply does not exist. What if I already gave up on my love, thinking I would find a greater love? It is the oddest thing. I am a hopeless romantic yet I have given up on true romance. How about that? I have traded in the poems and sensitive gestures for displays of male prowess. When did being the good guy become a bad thing? Why are assholes and douche-bags the ideal choice? It is so unfortunate. I have a great guy who truly cares about me, but for some reason it is not enough. Can I be satisfied? I understand that no one is perfect but what does that mean when you are looking for the one? What is the equation for love?

Learn

I am not sorry that I am not made of gelatin. I will not apologize for constantly conquering this thing called life. Deaf to your opinion of what my life should be. Because when I am 93 I will have over a million stories to tell; how I climbed, how I fell. I will tell how I laughed and ate, cried through hate, loved and experienced everything that I wanted to. All with passion free from regret. Do not tell me what you want for me. Want what I want for me. Societal norms can not contain me. When your glass house shatters, and you have nothing left but scant glimpses of happiness, I will be full of breath and joy. Do not regress. Learn how to live.

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