dear andy,
here's the first letter to you in this letter box. i got inspired last night, but couldn't stay awake long enough to see the inspiration through. but not to worry, here i am, writing you now.
i'm not sure if you'll find these letters, or if they'll be any consolation to you while we're apart, but i can only hope. they won't always be love letters, but i'll try to make them so as often as i can. because even though i have my doubts about the eternity of love... my love for you continues to grow everyday. seamlessly. without yield. always. besides what is a world without love? and a lot of cheese. mind you, not the dairy product.
six. here we are at wednesday. it's the middle of the week. would we consider this a halfway point? i don't think so, right? regardless, the week feels longer than ever and though that may be an accumulation of several things, i know that no week can feel short when i'm waiting to see you.
i'm counting down the days, hours, minutes. but the day still can't come soon enough.
yours & always.
