Dearest Beloved
I love you in ways you will never know. In ways that even I am unsure of. In ways that I cannot comprehend. I loved you before, I love you now, and I will love you for a thousand tomorrows that have yet to come. This uncertainty, this pain, has been carved in the vacant walls of my heart for far too long. I lie to myself with hopes to forget, even for a fleeting moment, these futile thoughts. How can it be possible? How can it ever be possible? It may never be. You and I may never be.
But I love you anyway, irrefutably, irrevocably, unequivocally.
I yearn your presence.
I crave your laughter.
I dream of you.
You make me feel alive again.
(circa 2008)
