Dear Love

Dear Love,

               I understand if you do not like me anymore; I just wish you would say so because I am in a lot of pain of late. I know it is crazy but I really do care about you and think about you all the time. Is it strange to say that love is when you spend all day thinking about the person you dream about and dreaming about the person you think about? That is truth and it is true that my whole mind is enveloped in you. I try to move on because I know it might be easier on us both and I hope you can forgive me for it being difficult.
               
               I would love to say that I want a straightforward response to this letter but a nebulous response would at least keep me hoping that maybe you will change your mind and comprehend my love but I think Emily Dickinson was right. Hope is just a lovely white dove and doves die too. I pray to God every day for some kind of hint as to what he is planning for this weight on my heart. All I want is for you to be happy. It seems that you already are and so maybe this letter is more so to retain my sanity than to manufacture some sort of jubilant feelings in you.
               
              This differs from every fairy tale I have ever heard and every story of love I have ever thought up.It just so happens that my purest and most peaceful thoughts are of you. I respect you more than I think I even respect myself and I cannot even fathom a tomorrow without you there. I have been warned about love but I never thought it would scare me this much and leave me so confused and yearning for your presence.
               
              I have never seen the righteous forsaken and I believe that God would never leave me with any burden I cannot bear. I do not want to put my own emotions before you and how you feel and so if I am complicating your life too much with all of these feelings that I possess for you please tell me. I do not want to hurt you and it seems that every time I even think about you either tears or a smile manifest from thin air like taciturn ghosts appearing in the night.
               
              I am tired. I am so very tired of consistently trying to camouflage how I feel about you and I am so sick of not being sure that you still feel the same way about me. So here I am putting myself completely and utterly out there. My heart is in the hands of you and God. Please consider and remember who it is that wrote this letter. You might not know everything I have done since the very first day I was born but you understand me. I do not miss peace. I would actually prefer this pain over peace. I adore being miserable and in love with you. I prefer it over a peaceful life without you near. Is that strange? I just want to know. How long before this anxiety disappears and I know. I just want to know.
               I am sorry if I hurt you.
                                                                                                                                                           
                                                  Sincerely,
                                                                                                                                                               
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