Soon Enough.

Dearest Matthew,

I often think of you, feeling like around you the world would be a daydream. Perfect. I begin to become anxious and impatient over accomplishing this new life while currently lacking your perfection. I imagined our meet and our wonderful friendship years ago when I first made the choice to commit myself to you. Now the imagined time has passed and I'm sitting here waiting for you. Like you came and you went.

You're really worth the wait, no matter what.

Sincerely,
Stephanie

Dearest Matthew,

I've not the ability to explain to you how utterly sorry I am for never finding the time to pour out the truth about your perfection in enough words. You see, I adore you beyond your own knowledge, and in no way would I lie about such a thing. Your perfection keeps me intrigued, but I must say I'm in a feeble state.

Just believe me when I say I love you.

Yours Truly,
Stephanie Ann