I think of you often, in times of great happiness or deep regret.

I long to share these moments with you, wrapped in the security I know only you will give me.

I wish I could say I knew you, but instead I’ll write this letter to you.

Adressed as this; my love and my life.

To the movies I see, wondering if any are your favourite

The life I’ve lived seems to be standing so tall,

Or the books ive yet to read that you adore

But I know, in about three years time, I’ll be sharing it all.

I know you see a vision splendid, of the skylines light extended and at night the wondrous glory of ever lasting stars.

I know I see them too, and they connect us through the years that separate us and our due-to-be forming scars.

Most of all, I wonder if you ever think about me and the woman I shall be.

Pass glistening windows stacked with clothes and wonder will I wear them?

Pass by flowers and consider if I’ll love them, listen to bands and wonder if I’ll shove them.

Maybe my robes aren’t what you’d expect, but I know you won’t condemn them.

But now I see my desk and I look to the future without the children we will have.

I want to create, with and without you.

So I’ll hold these dreams of grandeur, and free myself of your deep allure.

Just to follow the path I create, through.

But in the nights that I can’t lay still, the dreams of our cabin give me will.

I can feel your weight beside me and how your hug fits me like a glove.

And I know our love infernal, it will forever remain eternal.

I can’t wait to meet you, my life and my love.