LOVE LETTER:

Dearest Maria,

What am i doing here when I want to be there, I miss you and love you. Why is it I don't get around to speaking my mind more often like how much I love you and how lost I'd be without. How come it doesn't get any easier. I miss you very much probably because I love you very much. I had a patient today and I was very fond of them because the couple seem to have something of what we have. Of course it can't really be as wonderful for them because she isn't you but still it helps to know there are others who might just possibly know a little about what it's like to love someone so much that it seem as if I have my hand stretched clear across the mountain and desert until it's holding your hand.

I think my thoughts must be reaching you without waiting for my hand to touch the keyboard. If I ache, it's because we are apart and yet that can't be because you are inside and a part of me, so we aren't really apart at all. Yet I ache but wouldn't be without the ache, because that would mean being without you and that I can't be because I love you.

-A.