I've seen you change so much in the past year, I'm so proud of you. I love your zest for life. I wish I understood you better. You're such a beautiful person (that moustache makes you look like someone's dad) the smile behind it is ten years older. Time has settled on you beautifully.
I've lived a year beyond my wildest dreams and every second of every day I've missed your voice. I've missed your very being. I think in time I've grown thirsty for you like water after a long hard walk in the desert. You dream of the sea, and I of the forest. You of fish me of fairies and nymphs, but we both live under the same moon and the same sun.
I know you'll think I'm just a silly young thing with foolish notions of love, but however I know how I love you. I love your moods, your mind, your soul and your spirit.
I used to think that I have big dreams and ambitions because I love you so, but now I know differently. I have big dreams and ambitions and I love you. Love should only add to the person you are, as you have added to my life.
I have nothing more for you than my love. But in all I know "Nothing is Something Worth Doing" always.
I wish I were bold enough to beg for a sign that this crosses the ethers and reaches you. That I'm not drunk on the beauty of you. I wouldn't know what to ask of you. Nothing so grand as what I've asked for in the past, just you only you.
Your Goldmund
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