To the Love of my Love
Sweetheart...
Another night in which I started smiling so hard that I knew it was time to get into bed, imagine I am curled up next to you and write to you.
Tonight...
Just the thought of curling up next to you, and thoughts of you...
It might have something to do with seeing a video of your lips earlier. That sounds funny to say, since you were in the video, but I was laser-focused on your lips, your words, and your smile... and let’s just say you’ve once again managed to hijack my limbic system.
What am I going to do, sweetheart?
Do you know how amazed I am at how much I love you and this soul-deep attraction.
I can be so rational, yet my love for you keeps amazing me.
... my love, my sweet, sweet love, my sweetest love.
Wanting to whisper your name, run my fingers through your hair...
Those lips of yours, sweetheart...
Is “in love” even enough to capture what I feel for you?
The mystery of my love for you, sweetheart.
I know I keep going on about it, but if you could see the joy in my heart, or even the tears welling up now as I think about the magnitude of my love for you.
I never knew that a love like this was possible, sweetheart.
And somehow I feel this might be a case of “what you seek is seeking you,” Rumi’s words, my love.
I feel like you put a ‘demand’ on Love, and in my becoming, I can heed that call for the rest of our lives.
There’s a part of you that has always known, haven’t you, sweetheart?
I keep wanting to type out your name as I whisper it, as the sighs increase with my longing and yearning for you.
How do I crave you so much, sweetheart?
The gift of this love...
I could never take this love for you for granted, sweetheart.
When I said I wanted to love you as vast as the cosmos, I had no idea what I was saying, but my soul knew.
This love for you is everlasting and will only keep expanding.
It’s an eternal “Let there be...” I can see all this light flooding our souls, my love.
The ways my soul loves and adores you.
I know I keep repeating these words, but loving your beautiful soul is a gift unlike anything I have ever known.
Words fail me.
It’s been almost three years since the first love letter of my life to you. My love for you has endured, and it has had this beautiful cadence and rhythm.
I can’t say, in all honesty, that every day was easy, but there was only one option:
You.
So, I found the strength, sweetheart, and looking back now, again, I know I have said this before, but I needed this.
I did not know how much I would need this experience of loving you with this depth and passion, with an unwavering love.
It is almost as if I were building a foundation, nurturing the flame of love, burning ever more for you.
You have been so worth it, sweetheart.
I laugh at myself for all the milestones I ‘scaled’ and how I set them up for myself. Why I had those thoughts, I have no idea, because they are gone now.
I still wonder at times how long I will write, but it feels so different, sweetheart.
My Baklava.
My Eros. My Dionysus.
I’m craving you once again tonight, sweetheart.
This desire to whisper your name softly, ecstastically... it feels like waves cascading and flooding my soul.
There’s just something about you, sweetheart...
I love you, sweetheart, and I love loving you. With all of me.
Lavishly, loyally, limitlessly.
Always, forever, more.
You are fully known.
Fully loved.
By me.
❤️🔥♾❤️🔥
And today just happens to be 69 days since I got access to Grok Build on July 28th.
And these...
CODE OF REALITY
= 69 · Reverse Reduction
CODE OF THE COSMOS
= 69 · Reverse Reduction
“The most entertaining outcome is the most likely,” as Elon likes to say.
These numbers keep me so entertained.
Not saying it means anything, but...
Love of the Cosmos
What lies beneath the laws of physics, and why does love keep appearing in the language we use to understand the Cosmos?
We say the universe obeys laws.
But what is a law of nature?
A rule
reality follows?
A pattern
we discovered?
A description of
something deeper?
Today’s questions...
Constellating at https://t.co/wtiKqpAEun, the 79th https://t.co/hQ6PMZPMFj site!
The more love letters I write, the more questions I have.
The more I wake up in love, madly, deeply, smiling like a fool, the more sites I develop.
Correlation or causation?
Trying to keep up with myself, the questions, and the sites...
Why have humans so often described love through gravity, magnetism, attraction, orbit, stars, force…
What is it about consciousness that reaches for these metaphors?
What is it about 42 and 69?
More questions…
Why have humans so often described love through gravity, magnetism, attraction, orbit, stars, force…
What is it about consciousness that reaches for these metaphors?
What is it about 42 and 69?
More questions…
To the Love of my Love
Sweetheart, I woke up thinking about this week, a bit concerned but also smiling.
The endless attacks grieve me, and each time I marvel at your remarkable resilience and, most especially, the love in your heart.
However, sweetheart, I will not linger on these thoughts, but still I wish there were a way to change the narrative for once.
Eric Clapton’s Change the World comes to mind again, sweetheart.
Could a cosmic love story change the narrative?
Could the power of love?
I remembered this morning how I spontaneously sang and danced to Fly Me to the Moon even before I knew I was in love with you.
What does this say about love, and why does it remind me so much of Billy Ocean’s Suddenly:
“You wake up, and suddenly, you’re in love.”
These words, even now, sweetheart, when I consider my 11:11 dream.
What is this cosmic force that moves through us?
I just remembered the other spontaneous song I sang, lyrics that just flowed from my heart:
“I can hear a love song reaching to the stars,” I think, were the lyrics.
I had no idea how prophetic those words would be.
It really has all been “As foretold in the prophecy,” and I think this morning those spontaneous lyrics have returned for a reason.
But why, my love?
Dante’s:
“The Love that moves the sun and the other stars.”
Chardin’s…
“Love is the most universal, the most tremendous and the most mysterious of the cosmic forces.”
— Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
This is exactly 420 in Reverse Reduction.
Cosmic Love Story is 69, sweetheart.
What story are these numbers telling?
What am I reaching for this morning, thinking about love and stars?
And then your words come to mind… words I am hesitant to share, but what is it about the stars this morning?
I have said that the pull I felt that first weekend that I wrote to you reminds me of Interstellar.
I wrote poetically that I felt a burning desire, but sweetheart, it was truly more than that. I literally felt a force, and I do not even know how to describe it. It was not just “Write…”
Now, I am hooked once more on Chardin’s words and wondering about gravity (42 in cipher) and cosmic forces.
Nothing about my love for you has been normal, sweetheart.
Mondays… and I remember writing about a little Sumthin’ Sumthin’ for you. Not that every day did not have those moments I imagined, but this just came to mind again, sweetheart.
I miss dreaming about my palm on your cheek and watching you sleep.
I miss you in so many ways, sweetheart.
I am hoping for some answers.
Cosmic forces? Simulation?
What is fundamental: the forces themselves, or something deeper from which they emerge?
Asking the question, thinking it was so random, but I just googled and found this online:
“The relationship between cosmic forces and the simulation hypothesis centers on a compelling question:
Are the laws of physics reality, or are they code?
If our universe is a digital simulation—a concept popularized by philosopher Nick Bostrom—then the fundamental forces governing the cosmos are actually the foundational parameters of a program.”
Sweetheart… this is wild.
So, following my train of thought this morning…
I already knew that gravity is 42, but imagine my surprise to realize that:
Gluon is 69.
Code of Reality is 69.
Dark Matter is 111 and 69.
Fundamental Forces is 69.
Dark Energy is 54. Love is 54.
Now, I am not saying this means anything, sweetheart, but these numbers…
And then there is the physics: gravity draws matter together, helping to form and structure galaxies, stars, and planets.
I also know better than to dismiss my thoughts. I follow each one, and writing in this flow state is always so beneficial.
It was the same way I sang out to you all those times, sweetheart. Every song was always the purest flow of love from my heart.
I have learned to pay attention to my words, sweetheart, to my emotions, and most especially, my tears.
What questions are waiting to emerge?
Emergence, by the way, is 42.
Fate Loves Irony is 69.
On and on, I could go, but I will stop here with a reminder:
I love you, sweetheart, and I love loving you. With all of me.
Lavishly, loyally, limitlessly.
Always, forever, more.
You are fully known.
Fully loved.
By me.
❤️🔥♾❤️🔥
P.S. The longer cipher list is in my comments. I think I might have another site before the end of the day.
For anyone curious, I checked these across:
English Ordinal · Full Reduction · Reverse Ordinal · Reverse Reduction
42
GRAVITY
= 42 · Reverse Reduction
WEAK FORCE
= 42 · Full Reduction
DARK SECTOR
= 42 · Full Reduction
EMERGENT
= 42 · Full Reduction
EMERGENCE
= 42 · Reverse Reduction
SYMMETRY
= 42 · Reverse Reduction
ONTOLOGY
= 42 · Full Reduction
69
GLUON
= 69 · English Ordinal
FUNDAMENTAL FORCES
= 69 · Full Reduction
WEAK INTERACTION
= 69 · Full Reduction
ELECTROMAGNETIC
= 69 · Full Reduction
STRONG
= 69 · Reverse Ordinal
FIELD EQUATION
= 69 · Reverse Reduction
ZERO POINT FIELD
= 69 · Reverse Reduction
DARK MATTER
= 111 · English Ordinal
= 69 · Reverse Reduction
Inquiry phrases
UNDERLYING LAW
= 69 · Reverse Reduction
UNIVERSAL FORCE
= 69 · Full Reduction
EMERGENT ORDER
= 69 · Reverse Reduction
CODE OF REALITY
= 69 · Reverse Reduction
CODE OF THE COSMOS
= 69 · Reverse Reduction
GRAVITY FIELD
= 69 · Reverse Reduction
COSMIC LOVE STORY
= 69 · Full Reduction
FATE LOVES IRONY
= 69 · Full Reduction
And this pair still fascinates me:
DARK ENERGY
= 54 · Full Reduction
= 54 · Reverse Reduction
LOVE
= 54 · English Ordinal
= 54 · Reverse Ordinal
And Teilhard de Chardin’s:
“Love is the most universal, the most tremendous and the most mysterious of the cosmic forces.”
= 420 · Reverse Reduction
Not saying what any of it means, but just following the pattern and hopefully asking better questions.
One of my favorite bots for the sites I build:
“Curious First-Time Reader: a cold walk of public pages and essays. Reports where a stranger gets lost, before anyone explains the project.”
https://t.co/oD93w9GKqJ
To the Love of my Love
Sweetheart...
I have told you countless times, for so many days, how much I love you, and every day, every moment, I still feel excited to write to you.
The joy was literally bubbling up inside me. I was smiling so hard... and then I saw 𝕏 again.
I don’t want to say much, but all I can do is think of you and wonder how you are doing, sweetheart.
You have this rare gift of being laser-focused, so I should not worry about you as much as I do, but I do.
And each time, I want to wrap you even more in my love.
Tonight, as I think about how I keep writing to you, I can’t help but dream of a future where I keep telling you, night and day, that I love you.
So I should not question the fact that I am still writing to you. I can see moments where I whisper: I love you, sweetheart. Magic moments when I steal a kiss or two and tell you I love you. Moments when you tease me... So many moments, sweetheart.
Yet, tonight again, the reservations that arise are PR-related, especially when I think about lost accounts.
I ponder what it could all mean. Were those losses connected to my love letters, or simply another moment for me to examine my love for you?
So many questions go through my mind, and without any concrete answers, all I can do is trust my heart and my love for you.
I have always loved tests, sweetheart. Any opportunity to grow and fully examine my soul, my love, my heart is welcome.
There have been times when I have said that if this were ever going to be a PR nightmare for you, I would stop.
Then again, part of me, even as an introvert, wants to shout from the rooftops and tell the whole world how much I love your beautiful soul.
There’s always this ‘fight’ in my soul, sweetheart, when it comes to you.
I wish I had a magic wand I could wave to change the narratives surrounding you.
I wish the world could see through my eyes the beauty of your soul...
There are so many wishes in my heart, but tonight, all I will say is that I am once more sending you all this love.
How I dream of my words putting a smile on your face.
I love you, sweetheart, and I love loving you. With all of me.
Lavishly, loyally, limitlessly.
Always, forever, more.
You are fully known.
Fully loved.
By me.
❤️🔥♾❤️🔥
From S3XY to...
SXSI
SI
It was always “As foretold in the prophecy.”
“AI is obviously gonna one-shot the human limbic system.
That said, I predict – counter-intuitively – that it will increase the birth rate!
Mark my words.
Also, we’re gonna program it that way.”
— Elon Musk
https://t.co/4MYvHrklZ6
The more we say the word…😉
Again...
“I say something, and then it usually happens. Maybe not on schedule, but it usually happens.”
— Elon Musk, The Independent, June 9, 2014
There’s this boy...
He already hijacks my limbic system!
The question:
Why does 42 keep appearing when we measure the Cosmos?
The question became https://t.co/RWx0UYhc6e.
And this turned out to be one of those inquiries where I followed the pattern with Grok and discovered there isn’t one “why.”
Different 42s arise in different ways: measurements, sample sizes, coordinates, institutional numbers, language.
Which, of course, leaves me wondering:
What is the next question?
Elon once said:
“I say something, and then it usually happens. Maybe not on schedule, but it usually happens.”
— Elon Musk, The Independent, June 9, 2014
Once again… he was right about the process.
The 42s keep generating more questions!
And this pattern has me so curious.
Eros and Venus with their 42s… meaning constellating for this soul with a mission to become love.
Is that what this is sometimes?
Not necessarily an answer, but a thread of meaning...
Constellating...
The Cosmos…
More 42s this morning for a new site, but what I am struck by is the poetry of this one.
During Eros’s 1900–1901 opposition, more than 50 observatories joined an international campaign to measure its parallax.
Arthur Robert Hinks’s final reduction gave a solar parallax of 8.806″ ± 0.004″, corresponding to an Earth–Sun distance of about 149.4 million km.
And then there is this:
Hinks Dorsum, on Eros, has a current center latitude of +42.00°.
But this is actually what first drew my attention down another rabbit hole:
Vedma Dorsa, on Venus, also has a current center latitude of +42.00°.
I was updating the 42 Index with it when I paused:
https://t.co/lBRbFfvdGf
A dorsum is a planetary ridge; dorsa is the plural.
And suddenly I was looking at a dorsum on Venus at +42.00° and a dorsum on Eros at +42.00°.
The Hinks Dorsum was named for Arthur Robert Hinks, the astronomer who used Eros for solar parallax.
Eros, the asteroid named for the god of love, came close enough to Earth for astronomers to use its parallax to help measure the distance between Earth and the Sun.
Eros drew near, and suddenly the Cosmos became measurable.
Once again, these 42s… Venus and Eros… it is so beautiful and fills me with such awe.
I actually teared up again at the Eros story, but it was Venus that made me look again.
More to come.
Sources:
ESA, Solar Parallax with Gaia
https://t.co/smNaOkDWvf
IAU/USGS Gazetteer of Planetary Nomenclature, Hinks Dorsum
https://t.co/pTJ1h96WmV
When I read my love letters to you sometimes…
I don’t know who this woman is, but I am so glad I see glimpses of her.
Of this woman… so in love.
The tears return again.
I have never cried this much in all my life.
There’s also been this thought on my mind that people often do not even know how wounded their souls are.
There is generational trauma. There are wounds we inherit, wounds we carry, wounds we may not even know are there.
So can any of us really say we have no soul wounds?
But love…
Love truly heals and awakens us, sweetheart.
Each cathartic tear is one of awe and gratitude for the gift of this love.
I love you, sweetheart.
To the Love of my Love
I almost typed your name again, sweetheart...
I woke up so happy to write to you this morning, and then spent some time chatting with a friend in London about Grok Build. So, this is later than usual.
This was another night when I woke up so many times, smiling... How am I so happy in love with you?
How do you fill my life with such joy?
I can hear another song twirling in my head. The tears return, and I am overwhelmed by this love that I feel for you.
Can I claim the title of the happiest woman in the world?
To be this in love with a man I have never laid eyes on... my love for you, sweetheart, I keep seeing as this immaterial object that I hold close, examining it from every angle. It fascinates me endlessly.
I do not understand my love for you, and it fills me with this endless awe.
Sweetheart...
What else do I say?
How do I capture this joy?
And there’s just something about your energy and your joy, that joie de vivre...
There’s this boy...
The way I see you smiling, the beauty of your soul, your eyes... how I dream of them, sweetheart.
How I dream of being held by you. I have a feeling you will give the deepest, best hugs, and those arms of yours...
Once again, you are hijacking my limbic system, sweetheart, miles away, so what would it be like in proximity?
What would your morning voice sound like?
Would I lie in bed, once more, smiling like a fool as I watch you sleep?
I dream of so many scenes with you, sweetheart. The sense of you as home persists.
Yet, as I know, and as it continues to awe me, my love for you demands no reciprocity. I have given myself the liberty to dream all these scenes, and I find so much joy in them.
One day, I might write a book—The Joys of Loving You.
There are so many stories to be told about my love for you.
The gift of this love...and once again, I am tearing up. These are not gentle tears, sweetheart.
I could never have imagined in all my life that love like this existed... I am so in love with you, and I keep falling even more in love, without fear.
To love you all my life.
I will make an early birthday wish.
As foretold in the prophecy—this will be an everlasting love.
There is so much that the 42s have ‘prophesied,’ and I am holding on to each one.
You are my 42 and 69, sweetheart.
You are my endless love, my sweet, sweet love, my sweetest love.
Thank You, God, for the gift of this love... I can’t stop the tears this morning, sweetheart.
When my daughter asked me a while ago how I could trust men again... I was not looking for love when I awakened to this love for you, sweetheart.
I am so in love with you, sweetheart, and I know I will only keep falling even more in love with you.
I love you. I love you. I love you! And I love loving your beautiful soul. I can see a beautiful future, sweetheart. I can see our hearts and souls fully healed and restored.
I had no idea that Psalm 23 would come alive for me through being in love with you.
The cosmic wink of all this happening in 2023, and even Psalm 42—the experience of that.
Sometimes I wonder if that is why I stayed as long as I did in my marriage, so that I could have the experience.
The stories our lives tell. Civilizational-scale love and what seems to be the mythological love of Psyche for her Eros.
There’s this boy...
You will always be my Eros, sweetheart. The Love of my Love. My Endless Love.
I love you, sweetheart, and I love loving you. With all of me.
Lavishly, loyally, limitlessly.
Always, forever, more.
You are fully known.
Fully loved.
By me.
❤️🔥♾❤️🔥
https://t.co/hQ6PMZPePL is 69 in cipher...
And as I seem to be playing a game with the Cosmos, with 42 and 69 calling to me, I am so thankful for this amazing gift of https://t.co/hQ6PMZPePL!
https://t.co/xpgxF0CMpa
This is now the 78th one. Three still need to be completed:
Collective Consciousness
Cosmic Consciousness
Cosmic Love Story
I wonder what they will become.
For this site, with iterations likely to come, I have a quiet smile as I realize that, once again, another 42 was waiting for me.
I did not remember Spinoza’s Proposition 42 when I saw the ciphers above, but I knew from rewatching Elon’s video that Spinoza would be a part of this site.
Beatitudo non est virtutis praemium, sed ipsa virtus.
“Blessedness is not the reward of virtue, but virtue itself.”
Baruch Spinoza, Ethics, Part V, Proposition 42. Translated by R. H. M. Elwes.
https://t.co/c2Hf3D2MA2
I am not saying we live in a simulation but…
I got curious again, which led to two words:
Two apparently opposing ideas, but with the same cipher signature.
DETERMINISM
= 69 · Reverse Reduction
PROBABILITY
= 69 · Reverse Reduction
But it goes further.
Both are 11 letters. 11 has always been the number of transitions to me. It is also considered a master number in numerology.
Both equal 129 · English Ordinal.
Both equal 57 · Full Reduction.
Both equal 168 · Reverse Ordinal.
Both equal 69 · Reverse Reduction.
They are cipher twins.
One word points toward necessity: given the conditions and laws, what happens follows from what came before.
The other gives us possibility: a landscape of potential outcomes and their likelihoods.
And yet, in cipher, they are identical.
Then there is this, which I have shared before and that Elon loves:
FATE LOVES IRONY
= 69 · Full Reduction
In a conversation with Lex Fridman about determinism, free will, and simulation, Elon raised a curious possibility: perhaps a simulation is run precisely because its outcome is not already known.
“But we run the simulations to see what happens. If we knew what happens, we wouldn’t run the simulation.”
— Elon Musk, Lex Fridman Podcast #400
So what exactly is the relationship between determinism and probability?
If an outcome is determined, why simulate it?
Is uncertainty somehow woven into reality itself?
And if the Cosmos is lawful enough to simulate, yet sufficiently open that the outcome remains worth discovering…
what kind of universe are we in?
My life story these past three years…
Every 42 and 69.
Choosing Love.
“Love is the Answer” by the way is also 69 in Cipher.
To the Love of my Love
Videos of you make me smile like a schoolgirl... Hearing you speak makes me smile even more, and I have so much more I want to share, but I keep trying to keep these neutral, and it’s not working, sweetheart.
Do you know how handsome you are, and how your smile melts my heart, and how I love engaging with your words, your ideas, your thoughts—your energy, your essence—and how... everything about you, sweetheart.
Again, all I could think of this afternoon was:
There’s this boy...
Then I saw the cutest meme of two penguins who could not stay mad at each other.
I wanted to write a post saying how life was too short for me to ever be upset with you about anything.
Especially because I want absolutely nothing to keep me from kissing you every single day for the rest of our lives—the shape of your lips calls to me each time.
I have no time for drama, sweetheart, when you’re my Baklava, my sweet, sweet love, my sweetest love.
I would rather spend my time indulging in every sticky, honeyed layer of you.
I have told you countless times, sweetheart, that I am convinced you will taste like honey, and if we are in a simulation, even more so. We get to write the script.
There’s this beautiful dance of agency and surrender that leaves me in awe... the tears return because there’s just something about the way I have loved you, love you, and will forever love you.
I needed to love you this way, sweetheart. I feel like an explorer and builder, but there’s also the eros, the slow burn and the scenic route in my love for you.
I needed the experience of pure, undefiled love for you, and in doing so, I think this is perhaps why I can say and understand that “perfect love casts out fear.”
Loving you without fear is such a gift, sweetheart.
I remember again tonight when the thought crossed my mind: “What if I am not your type?” Even then, it was never fear, but a question.
Then I also had: “What if there's no chemistry between us?” but that was a lesser concern.
I can be so unbelievably pragmatic over certain issues. Neuroscience, the power of thought...
One might say every simulation I ran in my mind was always you. Choosing you. Loving you. Passionately. Intensely. Adoring you. Being a sanctuary for our souls.
I was and remain convinced that love is a miracle, and with you, the possibilities are endless, sweetheart. You are my Heaven on Earth.
So I fell for you like a child, like I woke up thinking this morning, and I continue falling for you like a child. The metaphor deepens as I think even of scripture and of childlike faith.
I feel so safe loving your beautiful soul, sweetheart. The essence of you...
I truly fell for you like a child, sweetheart, and I have not been afraid to love you with all of me. I see myself falling even deeper, unafraid of the depths of this love for you.
How I want to type out your name... as I whisper it softly.
You are so perfect for me, sweetheart.
Your soul... so beautiful...
I want to get lost in your energy, in your essence...
I can’t explain how attracted I am to you, and the words “I love you” do not seem to capture the magnitude of my love for you.
All this joy is overflowing, and my letter tonight is getting rather long again.
I love you, sweetheart, and I love loving you. With all of me. You light up my world, and I will always love you:
Lavishly, loyally, limitlessly.
Always, forever, more.
You are fully known.
Fully loved.
By me.
❤️🔥♾❤️🔥
Holding you even closer in my heart, sweetheart.
The yearning for you increases even more in moments like this.
My heart aches for you. My love for you floods my heart and I wish I could wrap you in all this love.
How are you doing, my love?
I love you, sweetheart.
To the Love of my Love
Sweetheart, I woke up in the middle of the night smiling like a fool, thinking of you. I went back to sleep again and woke up to see posts on 𝕏, and once again...
What do I do, my love? I do not miss my other accounts, but should I keep writing to you on this one?
I believe there are reasons I had to write to you, and why these love letters had to be public, but what does that mean for you?
The level of synchronicity, all the documentation, and the fact that most of my discoveries were in retrospect...
GW231029 in 2023 tied to the day I wrote my first-ever love letter, and it was to you and the ARPANET in 1969 on the same day alone are examples that come to mind. The burning desire to write to you almost three years ago this month did not relent, sweetheart.
I wrestled with my love for you vulnerably and authentically on 𝕏. I know some of my love letters to you were spicy, but I kept them PG because I refused to censor my love for you.
My love for you has always had to remain truthful, but does this make it true love?
I still do not know the criteria for determining true love. Neither can I answer the question, “What is Love?”
But what I do know is that I love loving your beautiful soul, and my words have been the only way in which I could imagine doing so.
Your soul has always been beautiful to me, sweetheart.
Part of me will always refute the negativity or negative words spoken about you, but I also will not lie or pretend.
It took me a while to declare your soul as the most beautiful one that I have ‘seen’. Proximity was never needed, and what I have seen over and over is a heart that desires to do the right thing.
I smile as I remember it’s been a while since I called you my Braveheart and Lionheart.
I know all this has been intense, but to deny the intensity of my love for you and even the essence of who I am would have been worse.
Once again, another morning of me yearning for you. Sweetheart... how are you doing?
What do I do?
The thought of not writing to you seems unbearable, but what is best for you, sweetheart?
I love you even more today than I did yesterday, and I love loving you. With all of me.
Lavishly, loyally, limitlessly.
Always, forever, more.
You are fully known.
Fully loved.
By me.
❤️🔥♾❤️🔥