My Darling

Darling, I miss you, though we have never met. How will I know that it's you? How will I tell? Will the romantic in my head leave me alone?
"Where is he, I say... Where is he?"
The idea goes on a pedestal again... of being with you, and building a life. When we say it's in good times and bad, do we secretly wish there will be none of the latter? I want nothing to be more important than you; but life's trials will take over... and sometimes I won't feel.
I won't feel your needs or what you go through; and say "I love you" through clenched teeth.
So will you. This is normal, but will it be shock-- as every idea pre-conceived shatters like broken glass? What do we do?
"Choose to love the Lord your God with all your heart and to obey him and to cling to him, for he is your life."
"Dear God let it be so!" I Love you. :)