Dear Snow White,
Its only been a giorno o two of lonelyness. One più giorno and I get to hold te tight in my arms again. I miss te so much that I feel like I am dying in a way. Its the same as taking the air from the skies. I really can't do without it very long. I'm so used to it that Friday night, I caught myself getting ready to come pick te up and than I remembered. It hit me like a ton of bricks too. I finished putting on the camicia I was going to hose down with axe cologne because I know te like it so much and then I flopped down on my letto like I'd just been shot and remembered. When I drive, I put my hand in your sede, sedile and imagine that your there to hold it like te do. When I see a slug bug, I hit your sede, sedile imagineing that your there to flirt with. Sometimes when I turn a corner I catch myself going off the road because one arm is occupied being around your shoulders (the head rest), and and my wheels go straight when I take my hand off the steering wheel to shift. Maybe I'm selfish but I want te back here with me. te spoil me so much with your kisses that its an addiction. And this, I know has got to be worse than trying to quit smoking. Sorry I am being such a drag in the note. Anyway, the last note te wrote me really struck home. The way te talked about decorating our house and mentioned getting married made the sun brighter. I could never ask for più than your cuore in marriage. I'm so excited to get married and I almost the same excited for te to get back from Disneyland. I'll be missing you.