Love Across Distance
Dear Amy,
What a wonderful beginning to a new year! It began late in the previous year -- me finding you, chatting online, confessing my love, and then it happens all over again. The feelings that I’ve felt for you all along begin to resurface. Only this time, I am free to act on them without fear of upsetting anyone.
Thank you, Amy. What more can a man say to the woman who opened her heart to him, allowing him to feel the warmth of her love across the great distance that separates them? You truly have no idea what I feel for you.
I try to put this feeling into words, but fail miserably. This feeling of being both scared and at peace, of having both butterflies and a sense of calm, is a feeling that I have only dreamed about. As the days continue to pass, my love for you continues to grow. I never thought I had the capacity to love anybody as much as I love you right now. Yet, my love for you continues to mature, growing beyond the realm of my heart. It seems that you have become the fiber of my soul, the very reason for my existence.
I have no other words to describe the way you make me feel. No words, no actions could even come close. I believe that Ronald Regan said it best to Nancy in a letter, telling her only that, "I more than love you". Their love was a strong love, surviving everything, even death. I believe that even after his passing, Nancy felt Ronald's love for her raining down upon her. That is why she has always seemed at peace after the death of such a truly loving husband. That is the love that I feel for you.
Forever Yours,
Eric
Love Letter
My love, we must not lose hope, for if hope is lost,
then I fear we too will be lost forever.
If your father the Duke has forbidden you to see me publicly,
then let us meet under starlight
at the windmill upon the mountain.
There, late at night, the wood owls make their gothic music.
then I fear we too will be lost forever.
If your father the Duke has forbidden you to see me publicly,
then let us meet under starlight
at the windmill upon the mountain.
There, late at night, the wood owls make their gothic music.
We shall talk together, embrace one another,
and at least have two hours each night
before the early dawn light.
And I still hope if we wait for a few months longer,
his mind might be persuaded to receive a poor man like me
into your genteel family.
and at least have two hours each night
before the early dawn light.
And I still hope if we wait for a few months longer,
his mind might be persuaded to receive a poor man like me
into your genteel family.
How can we let our love be sacrificed
to the will of such an unkind man?
I know I cannot, and I hope that you cannot,
for if you leave me, I shall never recover.
to the will of such an unkind man?
I know I cannot, and I hope that you cannot,
for if you leave me, I shall never recover.
