Puppy,
You know I love you, right? I write in every letter and I mean it more and more every time. I just hope you know that.
But...
you kow I'm scared shitless, right? I want us to work out so much that it keeps me up nights thinking about it. I hope that I can be all that you think I am and all that I claim to be. I want to wake up and go to sleep every day for the rest of my life with my only perogative being someone worthy of your love. It amazes me how we found our ways back to each other, and how after only a couple of words we felt comfortable enough to confess we still had love...and a few words after that, we admitted we wanted nothing more than to be together again.
And it was all so fast...and it is all so scarey...and it is all so familiarly unknown to me...because I know who you were and love that boy, but wonder how much of that boy is in the man that claims love for me now. Are we just fooling ourselves? Are we just heading for heartache and disaster?
Funny thing is...I don't give a damn. I want to try again...no matter how it might turn out, I need to try again. Because at least then...forever or never...my love for you will be sated, and I will never wonder "what if" again. You are my love. You were my first and more than likely last love...whether we stay together or not. I can't see myself ever loving someone as much as I love you. I am sure of nothing else but that.
So forgive my jitters and fears, for they are just a habitual reaction.
I have no fear in loving you.
Always and forever, baby...promise to remember that.
Jittery,
Boo