Sometimes poets say it best, if not better than what I can come up with myself...

Dear Boaz,

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
                                    i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

-e.e. cummings


Do you think telling you that I miss you, that you cross my thoughts more than I'm willing to admit will ever get old? Will you ever get tired of hearing me say those things? Sometimes I'm afraid to write because I feel and think I sound so crazy, writing to and missing someone I haven't even met yet. Someday you'll know the ferocity and intensity of the devotion I have for you already and can only hope every letter written doesn't come off as completely psychotic...

Sometimes...
I'm afraid to write...
To write means revealing myself...
Revealing myself can show, oh, so much vulnerability...
Vulnerability, can be unnerving...

Love,
Your Ruth