And I wrote to you
I am not a writer. I am but a man, fallen far from grace. I am not handsome nor am I the charmer. But I can love, just as I’ve loved you.
Even though you are far from me now, I find it hard to imagine life without you. But I will try. God knows I will. But I will never forget. For it took me 72 months to find you, truly, did I find myself.
So I will keep writing. Just as I wrote to you, for everyday that I waited on you, for as long as it takes.