Sweetheart-
I wonder, when I look back on my life how I will discuss the years before I met you. A lot of stuff happened that, at the time seemed very important. There was school and family, and girls, and jobs, and hobbies, and national events... but really, what could they all matter once I know that there's a You. How can much else matter, when my heart, mind, and body have all in a short while turned towards you? If anything, the first years of my life will be a prologue, like the part of a plants life when all the growing is underground, and Chapter 1 will be when I finally meet you and burst from the earth to first feel the warmth of the sun. Given such a wondrous and beautiful beginning (your smile, an initial tug on my heart string, a whirlwind affair, but one with deep care and sensitivity) how could this story be anything but beautiful? I feel (and hope this doesn't sound like narcissism) that this story might only be challenged in beauty by you, my love.
Yours Truly
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