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You are my very pride
We may come from very different worlds, you and I my love, with our backgrounds too much varied. But that does not change the fact that we two, us, could not be able to fall in love.
And so we did.
The Captain and his First Officer.
Well, those people we are now, but before that too, we both most certainly knew the other was the one and only our hearts and souls would be bound to with an invisible tether never to be broken by anyone or anything.
A soul-bond as some might call it. And that could not be a more accurate description for what we two share.
The love between us, certainly has a lot of pride. As do our very own hearts. We two never really never being apart, no matter the distance between us. It was so even before the very beginning, before we had met in the flesh.
All of it, as if it was all written in the stars.
And perhaps it was.
And so, as I site this, sort of a confession, well, this time, it's not the Romulan Ale not the Klingon Blood-Wine talking either. No, this time it's all for real. The words out there finally, flowing freely. From my mouth, from my human heart right into yours, my sweet and true Vulcan love.
My Spock.
And yes, it is all true, this, love confession. With the words, not in a letter, but a poem. For your eyes only to read. For only you, my sweet Spock.
I am writing this, even if I truly know you really don't care for all this human mush.
Alas, I had to do this, write this letter to you right now. Like said, a sort of a confession but not really. As what was not said in direct words, are proven in actions, in our time together, our passion shared. All of it meaning love, and proudly so.
We are always close to each other, without bother, and that is all we two need.
Being together, with pride.