Dear, Love

Today I was looking through a huge stack of papers that are starts and almost finishes of stories and such that I've written. I found one that I started before I moved...It was kind of a secret. I never finished it...but think I'm in the right mind to now.
It starts out in a letter that the main girl is writing to her love whom she has not found yet...she is writing it in and to the love she dreams and hope and believes that she will find.
So enjoy reading, tell me what you think please. :) <3
Thanks so much.
Sincerely, Paige
Consider this my lost works.
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Dear,Love
I doubt at this moment I know you, or have even come to know of your existence. But I don't doubt the feelings I will have for you.
The deepest most sincere of feelings, so pure that describing it is not an easy task. I fear it may go unsubscribed forever
At this point I am all hoping you return these feelings.
My passion often scares people but you reading this, love, means you stayed long enough to find me out.
I love you for this.
Come cold, hot, rain, snow, hurricane, or tornado I will not stop. I think of you often, love. Then count all of the possible time differences between me and you there could be. I'm trying to figure out how we will, and come to be.
I listen to songs that I'm sure remind me of you, just to imagine the movement your mouth makes while you are singing to me. Oh, how I long to kiss that mouth love.
Someday. I will.
You understand what I'm saying, and as you recite my words back to me I know who you are. Love.
I'm not bound to marry a man, I can live and die alone if I so do wish...but love you have changed my mind!
I still wish I could describe my feelings for you. But these words in my mind jumble with this feeling in my heart that says "not good enough!"
You make me shiver in every loose and tightly knit fiber of my being.
Time space and courage may converge before you ever read this, but I will be kind in knowing that you eventually did read it.
Or.
We meet. Cross paths in the brink of changing lives and on this brink we love each other.
You will hurt me every time you call me when you are drunk, or utter to another girl.
I will hurt you every time I go to him when you hurt me, or I dash your pride.
Our trials will only lead us closer love.
In the end I think of nothing but you. Always.
Make in you and the universe is sensible again.
Love, whoever you are
wether be my black knight, prince on a white horse, jedi knight, guy in the band, or my average joe...I think of you always.
-Love, Love