I love you far beyond my imagination. I’m at the point where I can’t tell the difference between wanting to love you or not being able to stop loving you. No matter what you think, feel or whom you listen to, I confess to the heavens that you were perfect for my life. I’m sure it’s my experience, age, and prayers that say so. There’s nothing fake, proud, or selfish that keeps me from letting you go. My love for you has never been or ever will be a perversion, it feels so simply natural. Walking through fire just to hold you, talk to you, look at you and genuinely love you would be a small price to pay, you were truly everything to me. I thought I met the limits of life before I noticed the Truth, you take up a space in me, and that I cannot argue. Oh my GOD, I miss you. I want to come home to you. I’m too old to feel this young, I missed you in a life that I never saw coming, you were so unexpected and surprising, I couldn’t handle the timing. You made me so complete and happy and far away form a life so damn crappy. I want to hold you, I will not lie, you are the last thing I wish to see the day I leave to be with Amara, the morning noon or night I die. I’m writing like these are my last words to you. I sincerely love you. This is O.H. being vulnerable with the truth. | OH!