My dear,

If there's one thing I wish, more than anything in the world, it's that you'd be honest with yourself about us. Indeed, we are peas in a pod. We complete each other's sentences, we know feelings based on looks we give each other, we have that secret language that people on the outside of the two of us only wish they had with someone.

However, I know you're not happy with your "fiancee." You have called the relationship with him "raising children", due to his "best friend" living with you two. He doesn't work much, doesn't pitch in much and seems to only be aware of you when fun activities are scheduled. You've even made comments about how close they are and how you feel like the third wheel.

Where was your finacee when you had trouble with your father over the past few weeks? Playing video games and going to the movies with his "best friend", IIRC.

Why was he so happy to be cool with you standing in for a friend of mine when I had an extra ticket to a show? Oh yeah...video games with his "best friend" again.

Oh, and the plans you made with me to go to another city to tour a work facility with me? Same thing...he's got a day of video games planned, so you chose that day.

You've said so many things about what you feel in that relationship. You stopped planning a wedding because he wouldn't help with the plans. What does that tell you?

And then there's us...and your affection toward me...the way you've learned me and taken an interest in me...the way you've shown me how to care for you and how your mind works. I don't care about your "ADHD brain" and how you go from subject to subject so quickly. I love to listen to you. I don't care that your past bad experiences with other men crop up from time to time...I'll let you vent. And I don't care that you're hearing impaired--I'll change my pattern of speech and work to ensure you're able to understand me at all times. I'd do anything for you.

You've told me you love me. You've told me you care about what happens to me. You want to be close to me. You broke down my barriers and my natural tendency to be suspicious of people. You called me "wonderful" and "beautiful." You challenge me and show me how to improve myself. You reach over and hold my hand or put your head on my shoulder or ask for a hug or just ask me to sit next to you so you can center yourself. You're magnetic. The more I try to say to myself, "she's engaged..." the more you pull me close. I can't help myself.

I have to say it somewhere. So, I'll do it here. I love you. I am so, so in love with you. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met...inside/outside...whatever. I cannot take my eyes off you when you're around. You've made yourself indispensable to me. What a woman you are.

If only I could find the right way to snap you out of it and show you just how happy I want to make you. Please...just tell me you want to find out. You won't regret it.

Please...make the right choice. My hand is outstretched and I want to walk with you through life. Please take it. I love you madly. I do.