It's Veterans Day. All I see are thankful posts on the Internet glorifying the sacrifices of our service men and women, rightfully so. I think of you, the man who I've had my heart so on for quite some time, in your army uniform, your dress blues. I think about how you went over seas and left your once wife and baby girl behind to fight for their freedom. It warms my soul from thinking this and I want that with you. I want to have children that grow up having a father as honorable and admirable as that. I want that with you. I crave your love and your attention yet you act like a figment of my imagination sometimes; nonexistent. I hate how you ignore me so tediously, like it must take effort. I want you and you want nothing to do with me. I wrote you this letter: "..., you know that I care about you, I always have. I hate that you've been hurt before but I want you to know that I don't want to hurt you. I want to grow something with you if you let me. I had a great two nights with you and I want many more with just you. You shut people out when they show affection to you and I get that but it drives me insane when I want nothing more than to crack you open like a book and dive in. And if that scares you then I'll take it slower. Please don't shut me out. You're a great guy and I'm not the only one who sees that."