..Letters to Mr X..

Dear Mr X

When they look at you and me, they think we’re crazy. They think there’s nothing of substance between us. That doesn’t bother me. Because they don’t..

..feel the love in your touch when your hand rests on my cheek,
..hear the tears in your voice when you tell me no one has ever known you the way I do,
..see the humility on your face when you’ve just opened your birthday gift,
..know of the ring you put on my finger as a symbol of your love,
..appreciate our nightly shower rituals or our morning cuddle sessions,
..get a glimmer at the flutter in our hearts when my neck fits so perfectly in the crook of your neck,
..read the list you wrote me on “Why we fit” (my favorite lines are ‘you read me so well’, ‘I love to look at you when you don’t know’ and ‘you inspire me with your beauty, your talents and your creativity. I love it when you sing to me, scratch my back and put me to sleep’).

More importantly, they don’t want to believe we are for each other.

It astounds me how we are both fighting like a couple of banshees on the verge of walking out on each other and two seconds later we’re rolling around in bed laughing like loons.

It befuddles me how we both don’t really know the EXACT reason we’re together but we put up with more crap than we ever have, and we still ARE together.

It inspires me how we have deep conversations and know each others thoughts on such a base level, how we vibe the same way off the same people, how we feel about certain matters.

I love you.

Ms. X