Dearest Aileen,

I would first like to say thank you for being you. You are bright, strong-willed, and beautiful inside and out. These are all the things I love about you.

It's been too long since we've been together. I miss the familiar warmth of you. Your hand on mine. Your lips on mine. Your heart on mine. If I could I'd drop everything and make my way toward you. By car, by train, by plane, by foot if need be, each moment bringing me closer to a moment with you. The letters and calls we exchange are but a bandaid on a much greater problem.

It was 10 degrees the first time I saw you. I know because I checked my phone, desperately needing something else to look at before I embarrassed myself looking at you. I remember you putting your hands into my pocket, telling me that you were cold. I didn't know what to do. And thats when I started crushing on you. Hard.

It was not the roses, skscrapers or art that was in Boston that took my breath away. It was not the diploma upon my wall that left me in awe. It was not the clean linen scented air that made my life better. It was you.

There are many words I could use to describe what you mean to me, but none of them seem quite enough. It is my most fervent hope that you will give me enough time to find some that are up to the task. I am not optimistic about my chances of success, but I will try.

You are more than a voice in my phone or name in my texts.

Miss you more than I can say, Yours.