PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LOVE LETTER

There are many reasons that I say I love you. Sometimes when we're fighting or bickering, I say, "I love you," and it means, "I love you and I'm sorry." When I'm teasing and it starts to elevate, I often mean, "I'm only kidding, you know I really love you."

When you tell a joke and I laugh and say I love you, it means, "I love you," and also that I love your sense of humor, I love the way you make me smile, I love the way you make me feel happy and light inside.

Sometimes I say I love you when I want something. But it's more than just a ploy to get you to do what I want. It means, "I love you and I really appreciate all you do for me. I know that you do it because you love me and want to make me happy. And I love you for that."

Sometimes when I say I love you it means, "I feel so connected with you, that I just want to touch you; be held in your arms and embrace that connection." It's then that the feelings of love swell in my heart until I feel I'm going to burst. Sometimes when I say I love you, it's because I want you so close that it feels like there is only one of us. When I am inside of you, I want to know that you feel the connection too. This is when I want to look into your eyes when we make love. This is when the moment is all about us, and we need no words, no games, no props.

It's times like this that I feel the love welling up so strongly that I can't speak at all, or maybe only in a whisper. The love that I feel when we're together like this is cosmic and spiritual; it's physical and emotional. It moves me. It's more than the stimulation of body parts; it's the absolute trust that I place in you in that moment when my pleasure is in your hands. It is then that I present myself to you as my most vulnerable; that I offer myself to you without reserve.

Often it is then, that I offer you the part of me that most depends upon that trust, the part often coveted and desired, but not always given; my ass. It is a gift, not merely a taboo act of lust; it is a special offering which requires absolute faith on my part, and extra care and consideration on yours. And in this I find that my love grows with my ability to trust you to faithfully carry that out. And perhaps your love for me grows with my acceptance of you as you penetrate into this most delicate part of myself my heart.

When we lay together in the dewy mist of our consummation, our bodies slicked with sweat, our hair damp and our limbs too tired to move, my head floating dreamily on a cloud of contentment, I wrapped my arms around you, you feel safe and secure in my love. When the world disappears and there is only me holding you, and I say I love you, I mean simply that- I love you. Yet I also mean thank you for being you. I mean, it was more than good for me, it was great. I mean, I want to feel like this forever. I mean things for which not words have been invented. I mean, you are the world to me.

If you ever wonder what I mean when I say those three little words, I want you to know that there is a universe of meaning in them. And still they mean exactly what they say.

I love you.