Dear My Love:
I have spent the past two years of my life with you. Granted, for much of that time, our relationship was complicated. We had...extra issues to deal with before we could actually be together. But I can't say that it wasn't fun. I loved sneaking around to see you. I loved not telling any of my friends why I was going home so early. I loved being with you, even if it was for only ten minutes. If I could go back to May 18, 2009, I wouldn't change a single thing. I don't regret anything that has happened for the past two years. All of it has led us to where we are right now, and we are in pretty good shape.
I love you more than words can describe. You complete me. You always have. From the first times I ever spoke to you, I knew that you were different. You made me feel different. You made me happy. I barely knew your name, and I knew that I wanted to spend time with you. But Life happens. We went our separate ways for a significant period of time. I started to think that the Universe was completely against us. But, as it turns out, everything worked out for the best. You and I are finally together, at last.
I know that the topic of college upsets you. I hate being far away from you just as much as you hate being far away from me. But we both need to get an education. I know that my worrying scares you, but I'll get better. I do trust you. I do believe that you will not do anything to sabotage everything we've built. And I know that we can make this work. It's going to be hard. We're going to fight. We're going to yell. And we're going to cry. But at the end of our four years, I want to be able to say that I'm still with you. You are the only person I've ever given myself to; I'd like to keep it that way.
I hope you understand just how much I need you. I'm not in this for the superficiality of having a boyfriend. I'm in this because I genuinely love you. I want to build my future with you. I cannot imagine being married to anyone else. I cannot see myself having children with anyone else. You are the only person who listens to me, talks to me, shares interests with me, and wants to be with me all the time. I want nothing more than to make you happy and to be happy with you.
I choose to fight the good fight. This is my good fight.