Dearest,

I think that you see me, understand me in ways that no one else ever has or ever could.

You bring out what’s been hidden and has dwelled in secrecy, afraid to be redeemed.

I think that I do the same for you.

Something about us just slides into spaces for each other that we need filled the most.

And this both terrifies and exhilarates us.

Terrifies – a sense causing severe contraction.

Exhilarates – a sense causing such rapid expansion.

We have such potential for a wonderful life together, my love.

We draw, shift, and surge each other’s tides.

How do we come together and meet in the middle so that we may both benefit by and guide our passions, rather than being tossed about by their storms?