Boredom in Love Letters

Hello my dear. I hear your concern about the possibility of me becoming bored and I don’t know if I can dispell that fear with words but here is at least something to keep in mind. When I come to see you, you are my destination. Just you. I genuinely love the time I get to spend with you and no matter what we are doing, or anything we could do in the future, my pleasure from any of those activities is derived from doing them with you. I love hearing you talk about yourself, your work, life, movies, and books. I love how you smell and taste. I love looking at you. You’re beautiful, enticing, and sexy. I love touching and being touched by you. Under less restrictions we could do other interesting activities, but none of those activities, no matter how exciting or fun, would mean anything to me without you present. Anything I could possibly want you already possess. Everything I need is already within you. Boredom just isn’t a possibility with you present stimulating any of my senses. You are loved. You are valued. You are appreciated. And I look forward to showing you that for years to come. I love you.