Dear Avvian, (:
This is totally the font that I plan on using for your rough draft letters. Because this font, my darling, is too cool for school. It is simply beautiful. It reminds me of us, and I like that. I wish so badly that you were here. I wish so badly that I could hold your hand. I wish I could see your hand-writing. I hope it's not uber sloppy, (; but, I'll be okay with it if it is and you know it.
I can't believe how 'in-love' we are going to be one day. And I just wanted to let you know that I do want to be married to you. I do. I do. (: It sounds nice to say that. I hope that you understand the reasons I have for not wanting a big wedding, the reasons I have for not wanting a big dress, for not wanting a normal one. I hope you are not offended by the choices that I cannot change. Of the things and reasoning that comes behind the choices.
Sometimes when I come this spot, when I come to this point in the page, I find myself staring at the blinking cursor. Because, I have no idea what to say. I want to lay down and watch videos with you. I want to feel your fingers playing with my hair, and I want to listen to your breathing. I want to giggle, and talk, and hold hands. I want to know what it feels like to have your fingers laced with mine. How in the world have we not met yet is all I have to ask.
I want you here
and I want you now.
I want to spend Christmas with you Avv. So Bad. I want to buy you the things that you would never buy for yourself, but still secretly want. :) I want to start traditions with you. I want to drink hot chocolate with you and watch frosty, rudolph, and the grinch. I want to wake up on Christmas morning to see your face. That is the best kind of present.
I want to make you breakfast, and I want to make you a stocking. :)
I really do.
Come home to me please.
I don't know how much longer I can wait.
I love you.
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