I think about you and how lovely you are – and then I think about me and the odd things I do. I know that I am not the best at communication, I not infrequently feel that I am fundamentally lazy, and part of me thinks that the other part of me is probably a bit Asperger like. But in my defence, I do love you with all my heart. What I don’t get at all is why you want me – I am so very pleased that you do and I do believe you (I trust you absolutely with everything that is me) – but I still don’t get it. But sometimes life is just like that I guess.

I am transformed by you though – the disruption that you create in my head is profound and at the same time so very calming. I am sat here trying to find the words to describe how wonderful you are, and how much your tenderness touches me but I just can’t seem to. I am close to tears because I wish I knew how to explain this all to you, and how to show you what you mean to me, but I am, I think, just a bit inept. But one day I will figure it out – and in the meantime I will write to you, and care for you, and love you in every way I can in the hope that you will, with time, come to understand how special you are to me.

I love you.