Step Into My Psyche - Finale

Dear love of my life to whom this is addressed,

Do you ever see anyone else being next? Would it be safe to say I'm the last stand, or is there someone else that can pull your heart out of your chest? Only using their vocal prowess like I? Tell me what you feel deep inside. Tell me you love me in repetitions -- I miss those words when your voice is faint. I swear that every daydream about you makes me smile inside. Then a couple of my friends sitting next to me wonder if these atom and molecular theories are setting off the fireworks of my soul. They're naive, they're still only just beginning to grow. They haven't come across a woman with features similar to yours before. That's a slight misconception, no woman is anywhere near your perfections. I mean your flaws, that's an interchangable meaning we both pause at. See, I love you like the desert rains in the fall lapse. Where an oasis is the only thing I need, and you mirage past me right when I'm about to die in my thirst. Moving FAR ahead, I can't wait until my first child's birth. Truthfully, I can't see my child having a mother less than the woman standing before me. I wouldn't allow myself to settle for less than this woman whom longs to hold me. You're the woman that already truly knows me. Like a girlfriend, but more like a homie. Cliche', but it definitely fits the situation that I'm in. I treat her like a trophy. One that speaks, has her own opinions on what happens, I swear she's everything I've dreamed for. Manifested, beautiful in her Southeast Asian complexion, her mind is EVERYTHING and more. And I can't help but sit back and let you sleep late nights. You get all fussy when I'm about to get off the phone, always ready to fight. Like, "NOAH!... please baby, stay with me tonight. You know, just let me sleep ON you... fall asleep ON you, and you on me so my heart can synchronize to your breaths. Because you're my air, and I don't care what anyone says. I'm never leaving, you and I until death." I can't help but shed a tear here and there when she pronounces her eight letters. I don't even need to know WHY she says it. Though reassurance does help at times, she's so extraordinary, I can't help but be selfish. I hate how men might be trying to peek at her denims. Sorry, I can't help it. I want to be her father's newly hated son-in-law... sure you hate me now; but sir, you'll gravitate toward me. And her mother's son-in-law, to the point where she feels like I'm the nerdy BACKSLASH cool mixed-ethnicity son she always dreamed of adopting. Or something along those lines... baby, stop laughing. I want to be kin to your brothers like mine is to me, back and forth. Talk to the younger about the women he wants to find just like I did. How he wants to stop all the games just like I did. And come across a treasure that he never thought he'd find, just like I did. See you smile as you realize the family is really family. And it's not a dream anymore, I swear I've been here already. I'm sorry I made you wait baby, I got lost for a while. I didn't know where to find you, my 2001 Dodge Neon doesn't have an *OnStar service. And even then, I don't believe that white lady in Idaho knew exactly where my true love was. Just off the basis of, I'm to know where she's at the BEST... so more than likely she'd be as dumbfounded as us. But I found you, no need to worry anymore. And no need for I to worry about other men trying to get in your skinny jeans. Though sometimes it MAY anger me. I know you're a woman that practices being in love with me faithfully. So, I always calm down to make sure you see the real me. Not the jealous type, but I'm the one. This is for real, I hope you see. So as you sleep, dream of me in future tenses. I can only hope as you awaken you'll read a couple sentences and happy tears will start streaming down your chubby cheeks.

Signed with love,
Your husband to be.