I’ve never NEEDED to write as much as I do at this moment.
You are my muse, my inspiration for all things beautiful and good.
You are my love, my life and my eternal soul mate.
And yet, that love will never be realized. At least in the traditional sense.
Can you see God? Can you touch Him? Does the fact that you can’t diminish your faith? Your certainty that there is some higher power watching over you and providing a path to serenity in your life?
I can’t see God and yet I believe.
I can’t be with you and yet from the depth of my soul, I will love you forever and be monumentally grateful for your presence in my life.
Can you see love? Can you touch the love for your child? A love so basic that it defies rational explanation…
I love you like that. I want you to experience happiness and serenity like my life depends on it. Against all sense of personal need, I want so badly for you to get married and raise a family and be the incredible mother I know someday you will be.
And it will not be with me. And as badly as I wish it was I know in my heart that the purity of my love for you is real…and righteous. Because my love transcends my most basic need for you…it’s the kind of love that is satisfied when you are. When your most basic needs and wants and desires are met…then I am complete.
I stumbled over the words, but I had to write this. You resuscitated in me the most basic of human instincts. One person’s love for another…and for life itself.
Mine was gone and I had accepted that.
You resurrected it in me and I will be eternally in your debt.
I love you…I will never be able to tell you how much…just know…I love you…