Dooley,
It amazes me that I get one letter from you, and already I am haunted by thoughts of seeing you again...holding you again...loving you again.
One little insignificant letter from you, and everything in my world is turned upside-down again...all is confusion again...all is love again.
I sit and smile and read the letter over and over, looking for lines that I might have missed or meanings I might have misunderstood, but all I can manage is to get to the part when you call me sweetheart, and all is flowery and blurry in my mind, because all I do is hear your voice whispering it into my ear.
And I thought I wasn't baby, anymore, but apparently I am still baby to you...as you are still love to me. Love. Three times I have said it. Would this be the third try, if we decided to try? Would you be the third guy I have ever loved...though the first guy was a younger you, the second was one that reminded me of who you could be, and the third being the man you are now and will forever be?
I don't know. All I know is I sit alone and think of you and smile. I am anxiously waiting for your next letter to come in the mail. I am anticipating you coming home and assuming a place in my life. Friend or lover...I don't care. I just want to have you back in my life where you belong.
I have always loved you, Dooley. I will always, always love you.
You were the one that taught me how to love.
Waiting,
Thea