Here I am, another restless night spent staring at your beautiful face, with hopes our future children get your perfect little button nose, & those soft, luscious lips that give your gorgeous face those adorable little smile lines. Here I am, falling more, & more in love with you every second I lay here staring at such a wonderful soul.
It’s been about a week, and I’m going stir crazy in here.  I hate that I don't get to talk to you or see you.  This fucking sucks! I don’t know if I can do this for 3 fucking months. Thank God they can’t tell me I can’t write you letters. They actually encourage writing things down, so there’s at least something I can look forward to.
I’m told they want to do this whole “tough love” type of therapy on me to try to break through, but all it’s doing is making me want to punch them. Do you think I’ll get in trouble if I do that? Like just lay one right in the middle of the doc’s face? I have no control over anything in here. They tell me when to sleep, when to clean, when to eat. And the food is disgusting. How do they expect people to live like this?
How is tour going? I want to hear all about it! Are you having fun? What idiotic things has Jack done? I need details about the outside world here. I really hope you’re enjoying yourself and not worrying about me. Shit, maybe I shouldn’t be writing you. Maybe I should just let you live your life. I know you said I’m stuck with you, but I also know I’m not around right now, so I’ll understand if you don’t want to be trapped with someone you can’t really be with it. If you find someone you want to be with, then I just want you to be happy, okay?
Shit, they’re calling for lights out in like 10 minutes and I’ve still got to shower before bed. I’ll write you next week, okay?
I miss sitting in your car in silence, or talking about really stupid shit or our feelings with your arm around me or hand in hand.
The smallest thing of sitting in the car. It sounds super silly and maybe you're tired of it, but to me it's so special. It's a part of us. It's our thing. It's where we are our most intimate.
Dear boyfriend,Bless you for helping me out of that shit, thank you for letting me help you, thank you for letting me into your life, thank you for letting me love you, thank you for letting me have time to prepare myself for things that might upset my schedule, thank you.Love, Jesse
Dear boyfriend,I love you. I feel my soul pulse when we’re close. You and me probably  one of the least likely couples to have ever walked this earth huh?I don’t know how or why we’re together. I’m glad we are though. I’m glad you put up with my weirdness and my need to be close sometimes. That I don’t put you off when I ask about how you are, or how you’re doing.I know I’m… kinda paranoid huh? Guess I’m kinda lucky that you look past what’s on the surface and see the potential inside of me. There’s not many care to do that right?But.. I see something in you too. I know you want to be with me too. Even if sometimes we don’t understand or something goes wrong, we talk it out. You let me talk it out with you..I hope this lasts for a long while yet.Shorty
Giving into your light, feeling the nights air ripple through my hair.
Watching your eyes, looking for what you sight,
wondering what you see.
Your mind so beautiful, so pure, once an untold mystery.
But now I know who you are and nothing is clearer to me.
I love your smile, i love your laugh,
i love the way you look at me.
But the thing i love the most is,
your more then what I dreamed.