Dear Oldman,
When I met you, I had no earthly idea that I would ever feel like this. You have opened me up in so many different ways and I don’t think I could ever go back to “living” like I did before I met you.
By now you know that I’m not the easiest to handle, but please don’t give up. As long as there is a connection, promise that we won’t stop trying.
You love my dorkiness, and that makes me love myself even more. I know the silly things I do make you laugh and for some reason, you don’t mind my terrible singing voice. When you gently brush my hair off my face, I get breathtaking chills, and I never want that feeling to end. You make me feel so comfortable, and I hope I am doing the same for you because you mean so much to me.
At first I was worried that I just liked the way love looked, but I know for sure that whatever we have, it's genuine.
As I am writing this, you are trying to fall back asleep, but I wish you were here. I am very grateful for our road trip yesterday and I wish you could stay for the whole weekend. I know that you have things to take care of, but I absolutely loved every single minute of yesterday. I loved picking old songs, singing as loud as we could, getting street tacos at one in the morning, and waking up next to you. You know that I am not a sappy person, at all, but something in me changes when I am with you.
I hope you sleep well and I will see you shortly.
Love, MeeMaw
