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Dear Sabin,
All this time together, and I haven't sent you a proper love letter!
Not that I'm any expert on them, but it occurred to me that with all this spare time on my hands, I should try.
I can't--
I'm no good at--
Please forgive me any fuck-ups ineloquencies. Writing was not a class we worked very hard in at Garden.
I'm not sure where to begin.
The first thing I think of, and the only thing I want to see, when I wake up each morning, is your eyes. I used to keep my windows open to see the blue sky in the morning, but now I have you and your blue eyes are infinitely better.
The last thing I think of, and the only thing I want to feel, when I fall asleep each night, is your arms around me, or the feel of your skin under my fingers.
You know me so well that I'm sure you know words aren't my thing. The closest I can get to telling you exactly how I feel is with a kiss or a touch. Sometimes I worry that isn't quite enough to express everything. You come from such a pure place in your mind and your heart and your spirit that I actually worry about getting you dirty sometimes.
If every kiss I give you is a word, then every time we make love, it's an entire poem. Even though yes, the pleasure is amazing and more than I've ever known, I want to tell you it's more than that. You're a monk, a priest, and you know so many spiritual joys that I get afraid you think physical love is base. Oh, it can be, but with you, it's the only spiritual joy I've known in this life. It's the most beautiful thing I can imagine, and I hold each time as sacred, even when I tease you. To touch your body amazes me each time, that you would let me and trust me and love me. Making love to you brings me closer to the heavens.
I hope this letter is okay.
I love you.
<3Selphie