I wish I could write to you like you do to me. I write lots and all the time, some of it very repetitive. But in far fewer words you convey the deepest and most profound feelings in the most extraordinary way. I have never read such truly beautiful words written by anyone – and then what really overwhelms me is that these words are about me. I know that I will never understand that. I believe your love – I feel the love that you show me daily, I feel the love that I have for you welling up from within me too. But not in a million years could I write like you do.

I know how difficult you are finding things – I feel so powerless to help you or support you in any way. I can only in my very imperfect way describe to you a story.

A story of a man who was blind to a love that was revealed to him every day quietly and subtly by a beautiful soul. And then one day, the beautiful soul revealed just a little more, a little window into her soul. Through that tiny opening as his blindness cleared, there he saw the embodiment of absolute love, true femininity and definite perfection. And as he started to understand what he was seeing, from within him, hidden behind the wall that had secured him for years, started to flourish a love for her – one that had been denied, pushed behind the wall, known only to the innermost him.

And so the story continues – the beautiful soul is the love of his life. The defensive wall is crumbling – with time it will fall – but yet for now, still from time to time it gets in the way – and for that he is truly sorry. But every day, since he looked into the little window into her soul, has been a revelation for him – wave after wave of all-encompassing absolute love from her. Together, now intertwined with a profound love arising within him – they created “us”.

And where next? The rest of the story is not yet written – his dreams will help to shape it, as will hers – together they will walk that path to the sunshine and beyond.

I love you my beautiful one x.