Dear Future Wife,

I love you. I don’t get to say those words often and I just like they way they feel coming off my finger tips. Off my tongue. I love you, I love you, I love you!

Okay. Now I’ve gotten that off my chest. I’m writing this as I sit in my driveway, the truth is there’s nothing for me in my house. It’s quiet and cold and I spend most of my time in my office. I haven’t slept in my bed in weeks.

No matter how far removed I am from having a woman in my life I still haven’t gotten used to sleeping alone.

I need you. I can’t do too many more random women. It may kill me. I need you to make me laugh when I’m mad at the world. I need you to sit on my lap and just hold me on nights when I can’t stop feeling like I’m a failure.

Have I ever told you I’m not afraid of death? I don’t want to die but I’m not scared of dying. I’m afraid of dying without knowing your warmth, your love, your heart.

Please….

Love Always and Forever,

Demez