Plath may have stuck her head in the oven, but that's because love makes you ******* mad. Being completely captivated with you has shown me just how mad love can really make a person.  I love you.  I love you so ******* much that I would tear open my veins for you.  I would crawl to the core of the Earth using my bare hands if it would make you stay. Darling, I love you. And despite my best efforts, I have yet to wash you off my skin.  The body takes 7 years to fully shed a layer of skin and quite honestly I can't wait that ******* long for the remnants of your touch to finally go away.  

Look at the mess I am and tell me you love me just the same. Tell me you're sorry for leaving, I won't make you beg.  But please, tell me you're sorry.  Tell me you want to come home.  I know how hard you're fighting the urge to not pick up the phone and call me.  I need you to know it's not too late.  Look at your body and tell me you don't see my fingertips all over it. Remember that. Remember how I held you when you left me. Remember how I held you and not me. Remember how I have loved you through this.

Grab my waist and keep me.  I know your hands are aching for mine.  I know your heart is aching to feel whole again.  And God, I am so in love with you.  The thought of you loving me has always been a reason to wake up.  In a universe with over 7 billion people, we chose each other.  We could have any love story in the world, but I don't think there's a more beautiful one than ours.  There are infinite paths to be taken and my heart breaks for every path of ours that do not intersect.

My love, please don't forget about me on the good days.  I know the bad days will have you missing me, but I hope the good days do too.  And I hope you love me enough to come home