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Mon, Jul. 31st, 2006 03:07 pm
To My Future Wife...

My Dearest Love,

I am stuck here in a small kios ushering cars out of a rental parking lot. As much as this job helps and is better than most jobs I could get, it doesn't distract me from my loneliness. Every day, many very attractive women pass by my gates and I am reminded of how much I miss you. I keep wondering if one of them might actually be you, but I quickly realize that I will unlikely ever see any of them again and, if I did, I probably wouldn't recognize them. Still, I can't help but feel the pain of longing.

With each passing day, I feel you absence that much stronger. I feel as though I am trapped on a sinking ship, awaiting my rescuer. I know you will come, but I still see the rising water and feel the fear and doubt that comes with such panic. I simply pray for your soon arrival, so that I can put such worry aside.

I love you and I miss you. I want so badly to be with you. You are my hope and my strength. Without you, I am weak and full of dispair. The thought of you gives me the courage to continue on. Your voice, whispering to my heart, keeps it beating and you kiss on my dreams keeps me sane.

I wish I knew where I am to meet you. Will it be here in Portland? At WPC? Or will it be in Ireland or Boston? Or some other land that I must travel to? I wish I knew where you were. I wish I could go to you and hold you in my arms. I want to start living the rest of my days with you. I want to see our lives grow and weave together. But, I have not found you yet. You are somewhere in the world and I don't know where to look. I don't know where to begin.

Working here at the airport has had the effect of wanting to travel. Each plane that takes off makes me think of a dozen different places I would want to go: Germany, England, Japan, and, of course, Ireland. I've come across a few Irishmen, at work, and one was kind enough to tell me a little bit about what Galway was like. Other than being a bit expensive, it's very lovely. It looks like I'll need to either be rich or find housing on the outskirts that's less expensive. Perhaps it will be less expensive by the time I get there, but I should plan ahead anyway.

I wish you were here to enjoy the excitement with me. I wish that you could help me plan for all this and share it with me. Maybe you will soon. I can only hope for it. I just don't know when that will be. If only it were here and now.

I long for the day when you come. I can't wait to feel your head resting on my shoulder and, closing my eyes, you face against mine, with the soft touch of your hair. And your gentle kiss... Oh, how I long for that most of all. But, even your presence would satisfy me. To see your face would be enough to put my restless heart at ease. To just hear your voice would quiet my busy mind. To look into your eyes would be bliss.

In short, I miss you. Please come soon. I love you with everything that I am and ever will be. Remain everfaithful and true. I will find you soon.


Your future husband,
Kenneth Keyn

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yeknomxesruoy
yeknomxesruoy
yeknoMxeSruoY
Tue, Aug. 1st, 2006 02:28 am (UTC)

Well when ever i read your posts I remember the way you taked when I knew you a few years ago... You write and talk with feeling and it always seems to be sweet never harsh...
Jennie


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abadoss
abadoss
Kenneth Edward Keyn
Tue, Aug. 1st, 2006 10:54 pm (UTC)

Thank you very much for saying that. :)


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