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To my dearest sugar,
Oh darlin, I know you’re havin’ a hard time right now and I wish I was there with you. Champ says I’ll be home soon, but this one is a devil and slippery to boot.
I miss your voice, and I wish I could just talk to you, to tell you all the things I know you don’t think are true, all the things you deserve to hear every single day.
You are beautiful, inside and out darlin. I knew, from the moment I walked into your shop, that I wanted to be around you, that I wanted that smile of yours to light up for me, that I wanted to bask in the glow that your laughter creates. I know there’ve been too many people in your life that made you doubt it, and I know you try your damndest to be confident in yourself, but I know sometimes it just gets you. But darlin, you are a sunrise through the golden leaves of autumn, the kiss of snow on the winter ground, the first burst of flowers in spring. You are beautiful in a way that I cannot even accurately convey, I don’t have the words, and you know I tend to have a lot of those.
You are fascinating. I could, and plan to, spend my entire life at your side and still marvel at the things you know, the things you can do. I’ve seen lifetime agents who can’t pull facts from their brains as quickly as you can, and on topics I’ve never even considered. That voice of yours that puts the birds to shame, that echoes in my dreams when I’m not with you-baby, you could sing me the alphabet and it would make me feel just as overwhelmed. You are so fierce and strong, but so tender and kind at the same time, and the combination is absolutely lethal, woman. God, I love it.
More than anything, my sweetest, most beloved honeybee, you are enough. Not too much, not lacking. You are enough, just as you are. I know this is the hardest for you to believe, and god, I’d write it on every surface you see if I thought it would help. I need you to know that it isn’t because of anything you do or don’t do, what you look like, or what you offer people. You are SO enough on your own.
And sweet darlin, I’d choose you every day. I know you feel like the second choice so many times, like you’re what people settle for. I know my own history has made you feel like that and I would change it in a heartbeat if I could. But darlin, please believe me when I say that having you in my life, being with you, havin the privilege of lovin you is so damn far from settling that you can’t see it on a map. That you choose me and love me is so unbelievable that sometimes I feel like I’m still dreamin, that maybe I died on a mission and you’re the angel sent to carry me to the everlasting.
I choose you. I treasure you. I love you.
With all that I have, all that I am, and all that I will ever be, I am yours. Your beaten down cowboy, your foolish knight in tinfoil armor. I am yours, heart and soul, mind and body.
Give me a lifetime to prove it sugar. I’ll spend every day of the rest of my forever reminding you of all of these things, of my love.
Until I get home, know that I’m thinking of you, dreaming of you, longing for you.
All my love and kisses,
Jack