Some kind of Sunday

My dearest TAG, my love,

Sunday today. Kind of a lazy day, except for the fact that I had to make my usual journey down the interstate. That drive always wears me out, then I had to go and finish my homework. I hope I did it right. This one class is frustrating me so bad. I sure could use your soothing, calming hand.

Remember when I told you that if I started doing bad in school we were going to have to reduce TAG time? Turns out that I do much better in school, and life in general, with you around than without you. Sure wish you were around for me to tell you the frustrations I am having with this semester and the craziness that are my classes this semester. Ugh. I'm sure glad I'm going to be done here soon.

I had such a good weekend with my kids, but I wish you could have joined us. When I think about what we had and what we could still have, I want to kick myself. I'm sorry I got pissed at you the other night, you did nothing wrong, I was more pissed at myself than anything. And I was tired and cranky when I wrote that. I apologize for that. I only want to feel happy with you.

I do love you so much. I want to live the rest of my life with you. I know this may seem hard to believe, I have turned an abrupt 180, and it may be difficult to adapt. But this is how I really feel. I want you so badly, I want to be with you so much, that I would do almost anything. Anything, short of harming a child or destroying a national monument.

I want you to know you have my heart. No other woman will ever mean to me what you do. I will carry our love everywhere with me, and I will never forget you or how I feel about you. You will always have my heart and my love, and I will never ever ever let that love go. I will never again take you for granted or not appreciate the love we have. I will prove myself to you. We belong together, and I believe that with all my heart and all that I am.

I love you forever, and will be here for you forever. If ever you need me, call out, I'll be there.

I love you, my TAG.
B