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For my handsome, British,

love of my life.

I guess you could say I'm a little scared.. Okay, really scared. I don't want to be way up in the sky without you. I'm afraid that I will be nothing but an explosion in the sky, and you will never know my final thoughts.
I know its crazy. I know I will be perfectly safe. But I can't help but to always think, if I'm dying, I want to be dying in your arms.

Please don't be scared. We own the sky.

I hate spending a week apart. No loving will kill me. But maybe I'm just a pansy.
So just incase something should happen, I want this to be for you. One last rant about my love for you.

I told you a few nights ago that you are the one person who can either make me feel like the stupidest person in the world, or the most amazing. Thank you for making me feel like the second most often. I know I have my quirks. Parts of myself I wish I didn't have. But you love me for them. You love me for everything. And thats what makes you the most exceptional human being alive.

Thank you for making me feel beautiful, smart, talented, loved, safe, wanted, and treasured.

I promise you I will never stop loving you.
Ever.

You are the butter to my bread, and the breath to my life.
I love you, with all my heart.

And now you will always know.
Goodnight.