That I love you.

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Dear Regina,

I want to get to know you better, but not simply as Henry's parents. And not simply as friends.
I want to know the story behind every time you've cried, every time you've felt alone, every time you've gotten hurt, so I can protect you and shield you from harm.

I want to know what your favorite foods are, your favorite homemade meals and your favorite candies, your favorite kinds of movies, your hobbies and quirks, your favorite games and your favorite sports teams, what you enjoy doing, so that I never bore you and always know how to brighten up your day and make you smile.

I want to take you to the beach and watch the sunset with you, get lost in the woods with you, point out our favorite constellations on a clear night as we're huddled together, leaning on each other underneath a quilt, and let Nature bring out the wonder in your eyes and open your heart to the loveliness of the world and within yourself.

I want for you to find comfort in knowing I'm at your side, I want for you to be able to trust me, for me to be your best friend, for me to be a source of warmth for you, for you to find haven and solace in made. I want to find the key to your heart, be the smile that lingers on after your laugh, be the reason your scars have healed, be the reason you see hope in the world and in your future.

I want for you to know I'll fight for you, that nobody can hurt you when I'm around, that you're special in my eyes, that you're an angel and I'll treat you like one, and you'll never realize you left heaven. I want for us to spend eternity together, hand in hand, and go through the thick and thin of Life together, and always support each other.

I want to take you out on dates to sweet, romantic places and enjoy nights where I get to hear you laugh, see you smile, see happiness shine through your eyes, knowing that I'm the one who won you over and that you are mine and mine only - that things will never change between us, never again.

I want you to know that I think you have one of the most gifted minds I have ever met, that you are a genius, that you are witty, that your smile is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, tied only with your chocolate brown eyes. That your heart is one of the purest in the world, and that I will always appreciate your hard work and efforts, even if nobody else does.

I want for you to let my fingers caress your perfect face as I kiss your unkempt but adorable hair, your forehead, as I kiss your eyes, fringed with long dark lashes, kiss each and every single one of your little freckles, kiss your sharp but delicate cheekbones, kiss the tip of your nose, kiss into the perfect crevice of your neck, kiss your knuckles and your fingertips. I want to foolishly confess to you why I love you, tell you each and every little thing you've done that's made me smile, tell you why you're special, make you fall in love with yourself just as hard as I've fallen for you. I want to show you that each of your so-called faults is actually a blessing, that you are a masterpiece both inside and out, that there is no other like you in the world and that I love you endlessly.

I would let you win all of our fights. I would let you say no. I would make sacrifices so you can have things your way.

I will be there for you at 3 am when you cannot sleep - when you've got secrets to tell, when the demons of the past will not let you sleep, when fear keeps you awake, when you need me. I will hold you and comfort you and help you fight that which fights you.

I want for you to let me make you the center of my universe, to treat you like the most important being in the world. I want to see you happy.

I want you to know that I'll never leave you.

You'll never find this letter. You'll never guess who wrote it. You'll never know who it is that feels this way about you, who sees more importance in you than you could possibly see in yourself.

But it's me. Emma. It's always been me, and I've always been the one person you'd never suspect.
But one day, maybe you will see. Maybe one day, you'll realize that it was me...
- that I love you.

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