Here's write you should write your beloved:
Hypothetical MiniMozartAspie wrote:
I'm sorry we haven't been keeping in touch more. I'm busy, ya dig? I wish we could've started really getting to know each other a little better because you're my Destiny, but we haven't, and that's my bad. I missed the opportunity; I'm a fool; I'm stupid; I fucked up; I have suicidally low self-esteem. You deserve better than me; my heart tells me so. But, Baby, there's comfort to be had in the familiar. I may not be cool; I may not be interesting; it is true that, where there's dog shit, I will mistakenly sit. But you're the only thing I've got going in my life, so whenever you get back to me, Destiny, you know I'll be there, waiting desperately.
Hey, I'm flat broke right now too, so I won't be getting you any kind of Christmas present this year. Sorry about that. I figured a dollar store gift would be too cheap for your radiance and making or doing something thoughtful would require real effort on my part—and we all know that ain't my style. Did I mention your eyes are like a babbling brook on a fragrant spring's afternoon?
In conclusion, let's hang.
Yours in Christ,
MiniMozartAspie