I just want to write tonight. I want to write of all the things we did that I will never forget. I try again and again, crinkling countless papers. Do I keep such moments to myself, while I am so very anxious to share all our experiences. I just want to write tonight. I want to write of everything you mean to me that I always fail to say. The things that so easily spill from my hand but stumble at my mouth. So vulnerable. My love, I fear I am beginning to hope for more than I bargained for. Never have I looked past the now. But it’s so much more when the feeling is mutual. To love somebody is one thing, but to be loved back is another.