Letter to You

I've written something like this before, a letter with no address. To a certain someone dear to me then. Who eventually proved my devotion pointless.

Today, as I reflect on the words of my youth, it is with some nostalgia and much consolation that I pen my thoughts. It is an inexplicable warm, fuzzy feeling to be writing to a special someone once again. But what a far way I've come, and I take heart in the progress I've achieved. Perhaps it is because some things don't change that enabled me to advance. Whatever the case, I am truly grateful.

Back then, I had this to say:
"For a long time I have thought that I should never be the first to reveal my feelings; it would be considered a sign of weakness. I am terribly afraid of rejection...Now, all I want you to know is that I care. It doesn’t matter whether or not you reciprocate my feelings, or if you’d treat it lightly as if it were a joke. Those acts will not depress me again. It is only for those who choose to believe that they can live without love to feel pity for themselves."

These words still hold true. For without my knowing, it was this same conviction that led me to you. So that henceforth I find you to have and to hold, to love and to cherish.

My dearest, thank you for believing in the cause, perhaps even more so than I, and demonstrating exceptional valour throughout our pursuit. You know that the real test of time has only just begun, and things are only going to get tougher; that when hard times befall, I am only going to need you more. Pray be strong, for our happiness.

Inasmuch as I ask of your indulgence, I wish very much to do the same for you. So to you I write a letter with no address. You, who is so very dear to me now...Because I have no confidence that I would not prove your determination pointless.

I promise to try: to add a bit more cheer to your happy days, to chase the grey clouds away; to pamper the little boy that you are, to support the ambition in you; to maintain a household filled with warmth, so you'll always want to come home. Above all, I promise to be here.