"I don't know if I could say anything to make it better. Anything, that is, other than I love you a million times, and I mean it.
I don't want to sleep tonight, because I am thinking always of you. I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be except asleep in your arms. I don't ever want to make you sad, upset or angry, hurt or worried or scared.
I know that you are right, and everything I do is to an end that leaves me with you forever, if that is the way you also feel, then all I have thought is true. If every day is the height of happiness and the pit of depression, I'm there, when you are the only thing in the day that is a constant, I promise I'll stand there with you. . .
Remember that I am always thinking of you, and if the potential for hurt hangs over your head, I feel the pain in my heart. I am sorry for any ill I have ever thought of you, what little there has been, over something maybe as petty as misspoken words or something completely unsaid. misinterpretation lurks behind every word and action, and is deadly to love and all the like. If something is too complex to grasp, too subtle to notice, or too abstract to comprehend, sadness rushes in through the gap it creates. For the flood of words that crowd your day, and the terrifying din of awkward shapes they create, let there be a way to make sense of things, and the way they are, and the way they should be. If you remember just one thing for every day you go to sleep, please let it be that I love you, multiplied by every other meaningless word you heard that day. If for any reason you still have doubts, say it out loud. Because if it doesn't make you cry, it doesn't mean anything to you. You have me as I have you, so please don't let me fall. I promise to keep you for as long as you will let me, and if that is forever, thank you."

from a letter to the one that I love.