A love letter.

Of all things in life, I fear but a few things. One of my biggest fears is to be open, to be honest with my feelings. When it comes to openly honest with how I feel inside, I find my fear in the floodgate of emotion that I will undoubtedly be unfurling upon my audience. How overwhelming it must be when my feelings are for an audience of one.

In life, they say that you must save the best for last. I think that is true of relationships. I know that is true of your relationship with your soul mate. Though we easily find ourselves paired with acquaintances, and lovers, and companions over time - it is your soul mate with whom you are with last. So, when speaking of the best comes the harrowing task of bringing words to life. How, when putting pen-to-paper, do you even begin to write the words that fully embrace what this person is to you? How can you rightfully express exactly what they mean to you?

I promise you, there are not enough greeting cards, enough sheets of loose-leaf or parchment. Not enough ink in the world to finish composing every emotion I want to pour onto this page. Quite matter of factly - there are not enough letters in the alphabet, nor words in the English, or any other, language to complete the task. There are people - the lovers, the companions, the friends, the acquaintances - who will come in-and-out of your life. But, she... she is my life.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Someone said that long ago. They were right. I know because I've seen beauty. Beauty that is just as complete inside, as it is out. I was fortunate to gaze upon this beauty every day. And, truth be told, I miss seeing it every day.

She is everything a man could desire in a woman. She is everything I desire in life. Pardon the redundancy, but... she is my life.