#mousecrow

Dear Walter,Maybe it will be easier for me to tell you this on paper. I trip over my words a lot, you know this. I stutter, I get shy, I have trouble saying exactly what I mean. I’m trying to get better at this.

Oh, love, you have a way of opening my heart up. Since we met, you have. I didn’t think I was able to even get close to people anymore- I’d been hurt- betrayed, even- and part of me thought it best to just keep people at arm’s length. And somehow, I was still drawn to you. And I still fell in love with you. And I am so glad I wasn’t so foolish as to hide away.

You make me stronger, happier than I’ve been in a long time. Just a thought of you brings a smile to my face even on my gloomiest days, and I find myself thinking of you often. When I’m not in your arms, I find myself thinking of being there, or even just in your presence. When on the field doing my work, I admit I find myself watching for black arrows loosed by a deft hand.

Is it possible to think of someone too much? If so I think I might be nearing that point, and I don’t care.

I meant what I told you last month, wholeheartedly. You’re everything I could wish for- beautiful, clever and kind, strong, warm, loving. I only hope I am giving you some measure of the happiness you’ve given me, because you do so deserve it. You deserve everything you’ve ever wanted, and I hope that one day I can give it to you in some fashion, someday when I’m a real doctor and you’re a mortician and we live in a house in the trees.

Your loving Maus always,