Dear heart,
There is so much stupidity in the way most people "love" each other these days.
There is no them, it seems..only ourselves, regardless of the appearance of things. Like selfish needy infants, we impose our world upon their own in some sadistic reenactment of our loneliness and expectations.
And rarely, it seems, does this wretched state of our loving become more apparent, than after the love has begun to die...and then after it is dead.
Then the guilt begins, and the unwelcome intrusions on peace of mind. Or the endless comparison of the quality of each lover's loving; a bickered laundry list of half truths spun like some web to retain what we really wanted: a soul to take our pain from us.
Mewling babies reach out to intrude and inflict pain and unpleasant memories upon us; grasping at straws. They don't stop calling, or showing up in the places where they know they will find us. They won't stop demonstrating in typically ignoble fashion, what a waste of time the whole thing was.
I couldn't see myself doing that to you Lisa, God forbid we should ever part. I couldn't see repaying the wonder of what time the Almighty has given me in the blessings of your company by hurting and hounding you with past regret and present pain. And I certainly couldn't see myself trying desperately to lock you away in your unhappiness in order to sate my own.
I couldn't do that to you.
These days are what I have and they mean everything to me. May they grow to be counted by the decade, my love. And may I never sully their memory or dare to press the pain upon your heart that I would feel if we ever parted.
Eternally I am loving you, with a love so pure and true.
Yours,

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