Dear Love,

I find that... I think...
Who knew I would spend thirty minutes staring at my screen, trying to figure out how to start a letter to you, you who I write so many letters to. I guess when it comes to sitting down and trying to do something concrete, I get flustered because there is so much I want you to hear. I always write and speak and sing and dance and feel my love and appreciation for you, but I never think you hear it enough. I want to thank you all the time, and remind you that you're important to me. One day, I'll get it all down on paper.

Until then, thanks.
Devon.