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My Dearest Tabbatha;

Though I've consumed the greater part of a quart of raw Molasses ether with rare and exotic Carribean spices, still I cannot stop thinking about you. The passing moments grow more and more distant as I ponder the ramifications of actually handing you a letter such as the one I write, and I come to the conclusion now, though not later, than I sincerely don't care.
I want nothing more than to be the man in your life, to be there, for you, whenever you need me. When I ask you if I make you happy, it's because I pray that perhaps I might be able to do so every day of your life, and when I ask if you feel safe and protected around me, it's because I think that to leave you feeling otherwise is a most grievous dishonor.
I say this not because these things dawn upon me immediately, in a Rum-haze, but instead the cumulation of many nights of thought, where I lay awake thinking of you, and go to sleep to dream of you. I couldn't stop thinking of you if I tried, and indeed, should all thought leave me, you would remain.
As it is, I wonder sometimes that if I died tomorrow, as the song goes, would you remember me? I've asked this before, and you've told me you would. To me, there's little more important in life. It's said that there are memories which will last a lifetime, memories so strong, of a love so powerful, that they etch themselves deeply, in the forefront of thought, always to impart the strength which they offer.
In speaking of strength, I don't know that I've said this, but perhaps now might be the time, but I am a shy man, and weak at times. The stress of everything is unconquerable most days, but I have only to think of you to gain the strength I need (be it Mental, Physical, or Emotional) to get me by; Indeed, to not only overcome an obstacle, but to conquer it.
We speak, many times a day, of the love we have for one another, and while I never doubt that what we share is indeed love, I do doubt at times if you truly realize the magnitude of what I feel for you. I would willing tell any who ask it that if needed, I would kill, or offer my own life, for those I love. To do any less seems a waste of one's living days. I have learned to know life in every breath I take, and the thought of what I might have to do in the name of love and friendship doesn't frighten me.
I look at life like a fight, approaching everything as a battle which is won or lost, but when I'm with you, I feel like I don't have to fight anymore. It's a calming peace which I would gladly trade anything to have for the rest of my days. It's a tranquility that I have grown addicted to. When we're alone together, the world's troubles seem so far away, a scary story to frighten a child.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love you. I just wish I could let you see it in a manner which I believe would convey how much. You mean the world to me Tabbatha, and if you asked for it, I'd glady give this entire world to you as a gift.

With Love;
Your Gypsy, Tim