PERSONAL/LOVE LETTER: DEAR LOVE

Dear Love

I've just been sitting here recalling what my life was like before I met you. Life! That's a joke. Eight months ago life meant going through the motions, monotonous movements, no joy, no sadness, no ups, and no downs--just one long stream of tedium. Then one day you responded to my profile and there you were--beautiful, happy, intelligent and incredible. Suddenly, I came alive--and I've been alive ever since.

It happened that very first time when I read what you wrote to me--I fell in love with you. How do I know? Because the feeling never left me and it has grown ever since. I think it always will. The lights went on. Instantly, life was exciting; colors seemed brighter; songs crisper; tastes more enjoyable. I ceased walking and began leaping. I realized that there is a whole wonderful world ready to explore--with the right person.

With you, I am at ease. I don't have to try so hard to talk about movies or music or politics or books (who would have thought I could find someone with those interests in common?). I love being with you when we split a caramel sundae, stroll the park hand-in-hand without having to force a conversation, and cuddle up in front of the TV. Simple pleasures. I'm content and happy when I am with you.

I love you. From the depths of my heart, I love you to an extent that I never thought possible, and I know I always will. I cannot imagine life without you now. I want my life to be your life. I want to spend every minute of every day with you. I want to experience all that life has to offer--the good and the bad--with you at my side. I want to grow up and grow old with you. I want to hold you in my arms and never let you go. I want to feel the warmth of your kiss and whisper words of love into your ear. You are all that is good and beautiful; you satisfy all the longing that was in me--body and soul. Tell me I will never again be relegated to a colorless, mundane world.

As I sit here in the quiet of my room trying to compose this letter and express feelings that poets have struggled to say, I am reminded of lyrics that might say it best: "Who knows how long I've loved you? You know I love you still. Will I wait a lonely lifetime? If you promise to, I will."

My sweetie, please don't make me wait a lonely lifetime. If you promise to, I will.

I love you.