This morning I was once again blessed with waking up to find my green light blinking from you. To begin my day with your memory in my heart and your words in my eyes is to begin my day with sunshine.
It elates me to read of you knowing your fill in boyfriend yet devastates me to understand that he exists in the first place.
I cannot change what is done, I can only champion after than which my heart cherishes.
I know I have bombarded you in a variety of correspondence mediums, and to say that I will text or call or blog you as much as I have since the "12s" is simply to perpetuate deception; there will come a point where you will begin to bore with that why I say and do (which is often - as you are more than aware - a broken records of my adoration of you).
But I will spew forth my heart with every breath until then.
I once told you of my fear that you would tire of my seemingly endless and often repetitive expression of my love, infatuation, respect, and desire of you. And in some ways I am aware of how the more we encounter things, the more usual they become. Do not mistake my love for simply the normal.
I want to tell you that just the thought of you brings emotion to my eyes, skips to my heart, and curvature to my lips.
In you I know love.
I love you bonita.
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