My dearest Patrick,


You probably know by now that I take comfort in my words. I've written you a couple of letters in the past, some I may have sent via e-mail and others I have written longhand, but none of them in a blog. I feel inadequate, my words pouring out of my heart and mind at a speed I cannot control. My love has made me incapable of syntax as I try to make sense and bring structure to the intensity of emotion that I have for you. You are my light, my meaning, my everything. I love you, my dearest.

Yours until forever,

Anj