dear girl with only one favorite,
you haven’t officially met me yet, but i am confident i know your heart better than anyone. i’ve read about your uneasy life pounding hard from your fingertips, spilling forth words and poetry that reminds the soul how to feel; the stomach to ache; the heart to skip. you’ve trusted me with your deepest secrets, the hardest hurts, yet i see no scars. only mercy. you make me want to fight for the blameless love that flows from your veins, defend it as if it were my own; as if my heart beats because yours beats too. but i am just a man, lost in a sea of many. can you even see what you’ve done for others? because i can from where i stand.
i see love.
which is everything i have to give you in return.
a letter to my wife before we met in person. originally published by thedailyletter.com in 2011