The touch of you

My dearest love. I have been thinking a lot about you lately. I again find myself alone and in need of your company. Things have been a little difficult these past few days. You know, the usual stuff. I stay up late. I sleep late. I have no dreams. My mind is just to bogged down with the things of this world that bother me more than they would another man. Not sure why I let some things get to me and I wish I had some answers. I know life is designed to throw a curve every now and then but it just seems to have been happening more and more often and I can't get a handle on it.

I wake in the morning alone without you and it sets my day off on the wrong foot. It just doesn't seem right. I lay there with my eyes open and my hand on the other side of the bed waiting, wishing, you were here to take it. To me, there is nothing better than the touch of you. To watch you sleep, to listen to you breathe is heavenly. It's an overwhelming feeling to know that you and I are together. It's spiritual. Divine. Natural.

I have never had this before and It is new to me but never in my life did I feel that I would be so blessed as to have a mate for my soul. When we are together, and we look into each other, we are one. I know what you are thinking before you say it. Every deed that we do shows how much we love each other. You are my companion, my friend, my lover to the end and beyond.

My dearest love I miss you so. We are not together and I don't know if we have ever met in this life. I only get out of bed each morning with the hopes that when I look upon you for the first time our souls will speak to each other and our hearts and minds will follow. Together we will joyfully get through this life. I may still have times of trial and doubt but with you, my love, I will fear nothing. And at the end of the day, when we lay together, hand in hand, I will sleep, and we shall dance in my dreams.

I love you,

Jamie