Ellen DeGeneres and Portia de Rossi
I think they may just be the cutest couple on the PLANET.
I dream of the future,
though I probably shouldn’t. Can’t stop dreams, I just hope they all come true.
I dream of us, together, happy, worry-free. Well, free from all of our current worries, of being together. We’re still in love, however many years down the road, happier than ever.
We have a kitten, though you’re allergic (dreams are wonderful, for that), a dog, and kids. Zoey, Gabriel, Cypher, and Aidan.
This time they’re two, four, and one.
We go to the zoo, the park, on picnics.
I see a ring, seemingly permanent, on your left hand, and smile.
(I forgot to mention, earlier, that I had a dream about the name Zoey, before you asked about it. Was weird.)
Dunno. I love you.
Mein bester freund...
I miss you and love you and need you. It’s been so long, I can hardly believe it. Over a year. Almost your birthday again.
I talk to Jesse about you all the time. It’s so weird. He doesn’t cry, and I try my best not to, around him. I think it helps. No, I know it helps.
I only cry when I’m alone, now, and usually I can’t.
Fourteen and a half months ago, I wouldn’t have thought it possible to not be able to cry anymore.
Have I mentioned that I miss you?
I just can’t seem to stop, there’s no one here to give me funny looks, no corners to run off to, no boy to cry into the shoulder or sweatshirt of.
It’s getting harder to remember you. I’m scared.
