You really are my best friend. It feels so natural to be with you. Like breathing. I love to hear you tell me that you love me. In fact, the only thing better than. Hearing you tell me that you love me is hearing you tell me that you love me while making love to me.

I feel bad for raising my voice at you. I feel bad for not holding you when you told me you were having a hard time. I am sorry baby. I promise to be better. I promise to make it up to you.

I know I have not written in this blog since last week. I generally do not write in the blog when we are together overnight or when we keep each other up late with emotional phone calls. However, we have not been having anywhere near the amount of emotional phone calls as we used to.

So what is my excuse? I think the reason I don’t write every night is because I know you know that I love you. It has always been the primary purpose of this blog—to tell you how much I love you and how you have come to inhabit my sweet heart and my sexiest dreams.

This is not to say that I will not be writing on this blog. Not at all. I promised you I would never stop writing you love letters. This promise, I will fulfill.