I just feel like writing to you tonight. I don’t know why. I’m in a writing mood, I guess. I have so much energy right now and my mind is racing, pumping things out. So here goes.
My dear, you are so lovely. And I really mean it. You are the closest thing on this earth to perfection. I will never love anyone else as long as I live, because, to love anyone else, I would have to settle for less. I just want you know how incredibly beautiful you are to me. Every feature of your face, every little detail in your eyes, the depth of your pupils, and the colors of your irises, like a delicate painting of an exploding star.
I’m waiting for you right now. I’ve waited 18 years so far, and I’ve saved so much for you. And if need be, I’ll wait 18 more. I know you’re out there somewhere, and you haven’t found ‘the one’ yet either. Maybe you’re not waiting the same way I am but that’s okay. God made you for me.
Darling (I can’t wait to call you endearing terms like that, to wake up in the morning and give you a big kiss on the mouth, and say, “I love you, dear”, or to sneak up behind you and wrap my arms around you, and tell you, “honey, you look absolutely gorgeous today”), I love the way you draw me to God. Even during the hardest times, when I’m straying, you will direct me back to the Lord, you will set me back on track because our love is founded upon a mutual love for Him.
My gosh, I just love you so much already. I know you’re out there somewhere, waiting. I know you’re perfect, I know you’re beautiful, most of all I know you love God, so much, with all your heart.
I am yours, and you are mine. We have been each other’s since the beginning of time. God set you aside, just for me, and me for you. Isn’t that incredible? I am so, so, so, wonderfully excited to find out who you are, to see your face for the first time, to give you our first embrace, to kiss you, to live the rest of my life with you, to love you, oh darling, to love you.