Dear Snow White,

Its only been a jour ou two of lonelyness. One plus jour and I get to hold toi tight in my arms again. I miss toi so much that I feel like I am dying in a way. Its the same as taking the air from the skies. I really can't do without it very long. I'm so used to it that Friday night, I caught myself getting ready to come pick toi up and than I remembered. It hit me like a ton of bricks too. I finished putting on the chemise I was going to hose down with axe cologne because I know toi like it so much and then I flopped down on my lit like I'd just been shot and remembered. When I drive, I put my hand in your siège and imagine that your there to hold it like toi do. When I see a slug bug, I hit your siège imagineing that your there to flirt with. Sometimes when I turn a corner I catch myself going off the road because one arm is occupied being around your shoulders (the head rest), and and my wheels go straight when I take my hand off the steering wheel to shift. Maybe I'm selfish but I want toi back here with me. toi spoil me so much with your kisses that its an addiction. And this, I know has got to be worse than trying to quit smoking. Sorry I am being such a drag in the note. Anyway, the last note toi wrote me really struck home. The way toi talked about decorating our house and mentioned getting married made the sun brighter. I could never ask for plus than your cœur, coeur in marriage. I'm so excited to get married and I almost the same excited for toi to get back from Disneyland. I'll be missing you.

l’amour Prince