By deevaa
Date: 1 March 2001
a letter to a wounded lover.
I love you.
Last night you didn't deserve the way I treated you.
You deserve my best, and last night I wasn't my best. I'm sorry if I wounded you with my barbs. I'm grateful that although we both show less than perfect patience in other area's, we both had the patience to talk through the issues, that we didn't go to sleep angry.
We don't need excuses, we don't need blame. We need each other.
We love – and thats enough.
It was pouring with rain when I woke up, heavy hard rain in big fat wet blobs, but it wasn't cold. If we'd woken up together, I would have talked you into taking the morning off work, I'd have taken you outside to snuggle with me on the seat out in the garden, I'd have kissed you in the rain. Kisses shared as the rain slides down our face, drips plip-ploping off the end of our noses....
Kisses, laughter and love in the rain.
Goodmorning my lover.
I love you.
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