Hello my love!
I have been working on this for a while. I am obviously too scared to go into detail about this now, and more so then. But I must. I have been writing about you since the first day I laid eyes on you. I know that is a bit strange, but love does ridiculous things to a teenage girl. You are a work of art, and this love is one also. How could I ever pass up an opportunity to show my tiny world who you are and what we have?
All my life, I wanted a love I could write about. A love that even Browning and Poe and Shakespeare wrote about. My love, you are the gift God so graciously gave to me. As you will see, I was in need of you. You joked one time that my mother pays you to be with me; that for two thousand a month, you help me with my problems, relieve the stress, and keep me company. You could not be further from the truth. You have done so much for me. The least I can do is show you who you are to me.
You are worthy of a million words describing you, and all that you do.
