I have an “ask” so-to-speak –
But before I get to my question, I need to be clear about something first.
More than the need for your touch or your company, I have the need for you and for us to come to an understanding which is that yes, there will be times where it seems nothing is going right. There will be moments of dissatisfaction. There will be arguments. There will be fights. There will be problems and obstacles. There will be all of this and all of this will occur in our daily life.
But more than anything or more than any of this and more than the power of all these things put together; please know that my love is and will always be stronger than any of these things.

My love is stronger than anything.

I saw something like this on my social media feed.

I have this idea about the rain.
And that’s us . . . sitting in the car in an empty parking lot and, of course, the moment is otherwise intense. So much goes on in our lives. So much happens at once and if we’re not careful, it’s easy to overlook the reasons why we’re here.
Come to think of it, why are we here? 

I believe that we all have enemies.
No really, I think this is true.
If we sit here and wait, just for a second, I can promise that mine will show up at any given moment. In fact, here he comes now.
See him?
He’s right there in the mirror, looking back at me.

It is quiet now. Then again, the yellow haze of Sunday mornings have always come with a special hue to me, or color, as in the sunrise, the daybreak, or the horizon, which as it stands now, is perfect to me and beautiful. (Just like you)
The apartment is otherwise empty.

Once more, I explore deeper into the things that we’re not supposed to say. This has nothing to do with right or wrong or anything like that.
No, that’s not my point.

The day is Saturday –
I started early. Then again, when don’t I start early?
But that’s neither here nor there.

And just so you know . . .
You can’t stop. Not now. Not after all we’ve seen and all we’ve been through.
Also, just so you know, there’s love out there for us.
I know there is.

I want to find a place where I fit perfectly.
Better yet, I want to find a place where my imperfections and my jagged edges are complimented from all sides.

I want to be where the rain is fine and the autumns are like something from a Thomas Kinkade painting or Norman Rockwell, for that matter.
I want to find a place where everything makes sense – and as for the things that make no sense at all, no one minds these things.
No one talks about them as if they are so paramount and if anything, all the unwanted topics are abandoned and left aside or, simply put, they are unobjectionable and discarded like last year’s wind.

If I am to grow or if I am to better myself from this point forward, regardless of what’s to come or in spite of what is, and no matter what takes place from here on in – if I am to be better, then I have to be better.
It’s that simple, right?

I am not here to benefit anyone else, at least not at the moment. No, this is a selfish entry and one that I need to confess.
As I have mentioned to you before, I am in the middle of so many changes. Too many things happened at once and while I wish I could say that I’ve handled this in style, the truth is no. I’ve lost my head a few times.
Maybe even more than a few times. But then again, the reason why I developed this place in my head and the reason behind the journals is because I had to find some way to process the thoughts and the ideas that swirl around in my head.
Hence – this is why I say – so, this might not be manly.
But then again, maybe I don’t know what being manly is.

Dear Mom . . .
I am sorry that it’s been so long since my last letter. A lot has changed since then. In fact, it has been said the three biggest changes that take place in life is your work life, your home life and your love life. All three of these things have changed for me at the same time. My wok life has changed. My love life has changed and my home life has changed and been reduced to a small, one-bedroom apartment in the upstairs of a private house.

The idea behind this trip is so that I can somehow make my way through this next chapter. I want to heal as best as I can.
But this change is a hard one.
The upcoming moments are unclear and I am trying to process a brand new life. Again, all of this is unplanned and the uncharted territory is enough to make any man crazy.
And am I crazy?
Sure . . . 
You bet I am.