Haste...

My dear precious,

Give me time to share matters of the heart wherein haste is of the importance.

It is in our knowing that love takes time to develop, so why start late?
Love may be sturdy but in a storm, it can turn into a quagmire, a quicksand that may suck you in. Love is not a rock.
What if the love you have thought to be turns out the love that blinds and the love you thought that blinds turns out to be the love that ought to be the love of your life?
What if I die tomorrow?

But take time. You do not find love. Love finds you. It may not be that obvious at first but in time, when you are alone, staring at the sun, it will hit you. And when it hits you, do not hesitate to relish it.

Take Care,
your angel