LOVE LETTER:

When I took then pen in hand to say was---I love you and miss and I mean it differntly than ever before. I've always loved you nad missed you but never has it been such an acutal ache. Do you konw that when you sleep you curl your fists up under your chin and many mornings when it is barely dawn I lie facing you and looking at you until finally I have to touch you ever so lightly so you won't wake up---but touch you I must or I'll burst. I am sure most people don't understand what it's like to love someone so much that it seems as if I have my hand streched clear across the sky until it's holding your hand there in our room in front of the television.

Right now as I try to say what is in my heart I think my thoughts must be reaching you. If I ache, it's because we are apart and yet that can't be become you are inside and 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