Yes . . .
. . . I resorted to the heartfelt letter, for that cliché, I am truly sorry. First, I understand all of this of my own making. I am a fundamentally lonely person and when I met you, I could see very fast that you are everything I could possibly hope for in a woman. I think, because of the combination of those two things, I let my emotions get ahead of reality. In that way, I’ve probably been very foolish.
I know we haven’t known each other long. Can you believe it’s only been six weeks? To me is seems longer. Perhaps that’s because I long for you so. Most nights I can’t even sleep. I lay awake in bed contemplating hopes and fears. I hang on every ring of the phone. When I’m with you I feel as though nothing else matters. I tell myself the conciliation in all this is that, the extent to which I hurt speaks to for my affection for you, which is a quality in me I thought long ago lost.
For helping me find my ability to love again, I am truly grateful. I am only sorry that we didn’t meet at a better time for you. The last thing I would ever want to do is bring you another single second of heartache after all you’ve been through. For you, I would be willing to wait, if only I knew whether it would matter . . .
- D.
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