I need to see you in real lifeI need to see you in real life.Because in real life, I can kiss you with even the worst of internet connections.In real life, I can tell you I love you with no microphone at all.In real life, I can see your face in real HD, completely pixel-free.In real life, I can hear your beautiful voice perfectly, without turning the volume up even slightly.In real life, I can hug you without the feeling of a plastic computer hugging me back.In real life, I can smell that wonderful perfume you wear just for me.In real life, everything is just better.
SleepSleep is a wonderful thing.Sleep is what you do at the end of a long, hard day.Sleep is what you do when there's nothing left to be done.Sleep is a beautiful thing.I like watching you sleep.When you're asleep in my arms, everything seems right.You always look so peaceful and adorable when you sleep.I want to sleep with you.I don't mean have sex.I mean really, honestly sleep with you.I want to wrap you up in my arms and hold you tight.I want you to listen to my heart beat.I want to hold you all through the night while you dream pleasant dreams.I want to wake up next to you in the morning, no regrets, no mistakes.Just our love.
Dear JocelynnDear Jocelynn,You believed in me when nobody else did. You believed in me when I didn't believe in myself.You helped me when I thought no one else could.You make me laugh when I want to cry.You make me smile when I want to scream.You make everything better. With you, everything is okay.With you, all of life's pain and suffering melts away.I love you more than anything on this earth, dear. You mean more to me than words can explain. I can't wait to marry you.<3
My PurposeMy day had started out like any other. I had woken up to the voice of my love on the other end of the phone, wishing me well and telling me how much she loved me.Since she wasn't here, I satisfied myself, then climbed the stairs up a cold hall and into the kitchen, still half asleep.I stumbled to the bathroom, turned on the hot water, had my morning shower, and fixed myself up. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw the same thing I see every morning; the tired, lonely face of a mildly attractive man looking back at me.There was no evidence whatsoever that today would be any different.I had arrived at school and sat through an hour of a college English class. My second class of the day would be completely online, which meant I was sitting at my computer, staring at an LCD when my mind wandered.I caught myself thinking of life. It seemed a rather broad topic to be contemplating so early in the morning (the clock had barely struck nine). I wondered why I was here. Why had God pu