Dear Matthew

To my dearest Matthew,

You're 200 miles away right now, and it's killing me. To think we have to carry on like this for another 8 months tears me apart. I mean that seriously - I cry far more than I'll ever let you know, and not a second goes by that I don't think of you and wish desperately that I could be by your side.
Still, it could be far worse. I still see you every other weekend (and oh how I live for those times!) and in the holidays, and it should hopefully only be a year before we're together again, hopefully this time forever. That's what gives me the strength to carry on, to go through the day and not completely fall to pieces - the thought that in less than a year, we'll be picking out plates and curtains for our new home, finding covers for the bed we'll share each night, planning out a life together. Even if I have to start my whole course over, I will come to join you because otherwise I doubt I could take the strain. I mean, if I hurt so much after just 7 weeks apart, how bad will I be after 3 years?
That wasn't what I meant to write about really, but it's done now. What I really want to say is that I love you more than I ever thought I could possibly love anyone. Every day I think about how lucky I am to have already found you, someone who can make me feel euphoric just by sitting next to me, someone whose presence makes me feel so safe and loved that if the world ended at that moment, I wouldn't care because if we're together nothing else matters. What I really, really want to say is that I'm so proud of you, of who you are and what you've achieved, and I'm proud to be yours and call you mine.

I'll love you forever, and I mean truly, until the end of eternity and then some.

Coralie