To my love,

I do remember that night when we played Romeo and Juliet by the Art building. I remember the snow and I remember the mountains. I only remember the softness of your hands brushing against mine. I remember the fresh and new feelings rushing in my head.  I remember our laughter in the still of that snowy night. I remember the flakes of snow falling all around us as we walked around campus. Arm in arm or hand and hand, those details are fuzzy, but one thing wasn't. I loved you before that. I'm not sure exactly when I actually realized it myself. I knew I fought the feelings. Telling myself I couldn't possibly like you that way. I was going through that break up and through all of that drama that I didn't really need. I was alone and angry. I was depressed and miserable.

    You started inviting me to hang out and get food late at night. I enjoyed your company. I forgot all about my problems when I was around you. I liked you when I first saw you. That night out by the clock tower. It was probably the first week of school. I never dreamed that we would be this close. Or be where we are. I was always confused if you like me or not. I remember always wanting to kiss you.

Wanting the warmth of you against me. The hugs weren't enough. I was calmer with you and less angry with myself. I actually laughed. I remember going out at night to play in the snow with you. You'd throw me down or face-plant yourself in the snow and I would laugh till I couldn't breathe.  I was myself for the first time in a long time and didn't feel anger or the hurt and ache I felt when I was alone.

I'd come back to my dorm, cheeks flushed and body half frostbitten, smiling like a damn fool. I knew I liked you a whole lot more then I probably should. No one knew the extent of it. The week before we actually started dating. The night out in front of my dorm. We were just talking, holding each other close, and when you said good-bye to finally retire to your room for the night, you reached up and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and knew that I couldn't fight the feeling any longer and had to give in. The first time we kissed. It was wonderful. Your lips so soft and eager to be kissed. The gentle, slowness turning into more passionate kisses leading nowhere but not stopping sunrise.

Complete and utter bliss would describe it the best. I couldn't believe how happy you made me and how easily all the bad memories went away. I remember when you first told me you loved me. I was almost asleep when your voice whispered in my ear. You told me you loved me and my heart skipped a beat.  I smiled so big. You don't know how happy I am to be with you and how you really make me feel. I'm lucky to have you in my life.

I didn't want to admit first semester that I loved you. I look back to then and knew it was there. Deep down.  It was always there. Just waiting to be discovered.

I love you my darling. From now until the end and beyond.

Love,

Missy