Love Letter

It has been eight years since the day I met you; And everything about you always makes me weak at the knees.

I don't know why; when the thought of losing you enters my mind; The only thing I can do is cry; because the thought of not having you in my life seems to be as painful as a gun shot.

Life is full of unexpected packages and every person in our life always seems to know how our life would be better. However, I just don't know how a person outside of your heart can know what keeps your heart beating.

It is a fairy tale to really thing that every day is perfect; However maybe we do accomplish perfection in a way we never really looked at.

I fell in love with the voice on the telephone, I fell in love with a man that wrote me letters when we saw each other every day; I fell in love with a man that did not need reasons to give me flowers; Because he was able to compare his love to me to a beautiful rose. But that is not the person I love today.

He is too busy for a kiss, or even for a walk on a Saturday afternoon; Most of our time together is a dinner at the sounds of his favorite TV show and maybe a weekend sit down on the couch to watch a new movie. The nights are filled by stress, and extreme exhaustion. We have no children, so we are just bored and tired of the simplest things that the day gives us; and somehow regardless of all those things I am mesmerized and in love with him.

I can't quantify it and I can not place logic into it; I know that my life without him; Maybe could be better, Maybe could be different and the only thing that I can see is that it would be a life without him.

Too put games into your relationship, or to listen to all the advise everyone is so much wiser to give you is truly foolish; Because you and you alone can know what are those eight years like and how can the rest of your life look like.

If I do say good bye to you my love; Because I feel the need to search for more; I leave in these few lines the love I truly had for you; Because I felt your heart beat even when you weren't next to me.

And in some random Moment- when I thought about you- There was a ring on the telephone and it was you thinking of me too.

Love you, SMR