My Beloved,

 I am leaving in a few hours to go to Orlando for a couple of days.  My daughter's first visit to Disneyland.  There is really little point in my telling you this other than for the fact I needed an excuse for me to write to you.  I guess this is really a letter to explain that I understand why you haven't returned my attempts to contact you.

 If I ever had a wish to be granted, it may very well take the form of being able to change the way your thoughts for me a tinged with stress and fear as well as with kindness and maybe a touch of love.  I care for you enough that I wish those things not to prove prey in your life.  I guess that is why I say I understand.

 This feeling, more of our affection for each other than the fear and pain, will not fade away.  You will always be the first one, when things in my life get me down, that I will think of as where I strayed from the path of happiness. There may be more I think of, when my memory gets longer or there may not, but you will be the first.  The old love, the high school sweetheart, the one that got away.  You may think this odd but I take warmth from the fact that we could meet years hence and still feel a pull towards each other.  I guess that is why I understand that sometimes, maybe now is one of them; it is best if we aren't both single and alone together at any time.  We know where situations like that can lead; we have been there before.  Not to anything bawdy but to a disruption in our lives because our hearts are trying to overrule our minds.  Those moments alone can be sweet but they also bring a wistful sorrow if not followed through to fruition.  My most precious memory of you is from one of those times.  A simple kiss from you while you were sleeping.

 I fear I may have strayed from my original thoughts for this letter.  Basically I haven't changed in my affection for you, just my way of expressing it.  As you well know I am persistent, it is my failing as well as a blessing.  I am not sure if you have witnessed my other trait, patience.

 My pact to you is this.  Since I still feel for you in ways I understand you probably only now realize, I will be patient.  I will not waste away sitting next to the phone waiting for you to call.  I will still live my life and if the chance warrants it I will date.  I will not pine for you but I will wait for you.  If at any moment you wanted me, let it be know I am yours.  I will be waiting if you ever decide you want me, not waiting forever, but I am sure that I will have more patience than you would ever need to use.  

Yours ever,
X

PS. These sentiments contained in this letter are true.  If they seem overly ornate, say the difference in purchasing a meal from a fast food restaurant and getting an unexpected gourmet five star dinner in its stead.  Well, that you can blame on me reading Shakespeare and then discovering the words in my head that I have wanted to say for a while.  It is just me, I get like this sometimes.  I only wish this were a handwritten letter, but I did not know where I could get it to you.  You will just have to smile and say this will suffice.