It’s been less than an hour since I’ve heard your voice and even less since I read your last message, but I can’t help feeling like it’s been a lifetime. I didn’t have the balls to say what I really felt and I waited too long, and now I don’t even know if you know how I feel or if you feel the same. Now that I’ve said it I just want you to know how much I love you. No I have never felt your lips on mine. No I don’t know what it’s like to have your fingertips graze my skin, but the most freeing part is that I don’t care! The way we feel about each other is based on so much more that the physical could ever tell us. You know me, and I know you and that’s all that matters. What people think of us is their choice, but I’m done letting it affect how I feel about you. You are everything to me, and I know you feel the same. My only regret is not saying those three words sooner and knowing that you received them. I promise you and myself that the first letter I send will be full of mushy cheesiness, laughter (God I’m going to miss your laugh), and encompassed in those words will be I love you. And I won’t forget to spray the paper with my perfume just like you asked, knowing it’ll be another part of me you can hold onto until I see you. Until then I have your written words and memories of the many sleepless nights on the phone with you. You are all I long for, all I worship and adore.
You’re worth the wait. <3