SWeeT aND SouR!!!

Did I ever tell you how much I love you? Well if not, then I'm telling you I love you more than anything in the world, just some times, I don't know. I could kick you on ur butt! Lol. Then again what would I do with out you? Well you finally have been writing me all the time and I have been writing you all the time too. I love every time I get a letter from you and I love how you write me a lot. =) It really brightens up my day. And on the days I don't receive a letter I just look at your pictures and see how happy we look together, and that makes me feel a million times better. Some times you do know how to tell me those sweet special words, but then you usually burst my bubble right after. Today was one of those days with one of those bubble busting letters. You finally got it all down right with the whole, "we are moving forward full speed ahead" and that made me hella happy, like I was on cloud 9. But then, you have to turn around and ruin it for me. You turned around and said how some stupid guy told you, "the statistics of couples moving in before marriage have a high divorce rate. so now I'm scared. But that involved buying things together. So you and I will keep everything seprate until we are married. Is that okay?" Baby, I love you, but some times you really do crush me. Look, you and I will make it for ever, so stop trying to sugar coat everything and trying to have a plan B incase plan A with us being together doesn't work. You already told me you want to marry me and I want to marry you. It's plain simple and clear that there isn't any one else out there for us, and you and I can't be with out each other, but here you are throwing things at me that tell me that you are unsure of "US". And that's a big deal to me because as soon as you start to question you make me feel like you aren't confident in us, and that you are waiting for us to fail. Emanuel you can't keep doing this to me. I don't ever get to talk to you quickly (like on the phone), so when you tell me stuff like this I have it on my chest until I write back, you read it, and then reply to me. That usually takes up to two weeks. Emanuel, every time I write you, I write you things that reasure you, and here you are writing me "trying" to reasure me, and it works for that sentence that I read and usually right after you have to throw in something that completely kills the mood. I love you, but baby please learn to knock that off because you are killing me inside. And it seems like every other week you do this. I love you and I know you love me, so stop it with all this stupid "doubt" crap...